Wes’ POV

“Come on, Nosebleed.” I’d lost sight of Eva and the Fisker a couple of streets back before the Turnpike gave way to Newark. Fuck, this was bad. Eva had no idea whom she was messing with.

This wasn’t about jealousy; this was a matter of safety.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do for Eva when she was in a mood like this. If I thought she would pick up the phone, I’d give her a call. I’d be lucky if ...