ENZO
HE WAS SPRAWLED across the hood, limp, chest jerking in shallow pulls. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead, crooked glasses sliding down, lips pale. Small. Fragile. I hated the sight of him. Hated that I couldn’t drag my eyes off him.
The storm lashed around us, soaking his skin, but even unconscious he reeked of defiance. Of fear. Of everything about him that made me want to snap him in half and keep him breathing in the same f*****g breath.
I flexed my fists. Blood crusted my knuckles, and my men shifted too close.
“Back off.” My voice cut clean through the rain. No one moved. No one dared.
I rolled Tate onto his back, my hand at his throat. Dark bruises bloomed under his skin. His lips split, damp with blood where I’d gone too far. The world blurred, and the past slammed i
