Enzo hates me.
And with good reason. I may have caused one of his only friends to die.
Enzo had said he considers Zeke and Langston to be family. But I didn’t believe him until Langston carried Zeke inside lifeless in his arms. That’s when I realized just how much Enzo cared for them.
I thought Enzo was heartless—I was wrong. He just doesn’t care about me.
But he loves Zeke. He loves Langston. He loves his family.
And now Enzo’s gone. To get revenge for hurting Zeke.
I never thought I’d be jealous of a dying man, but I am. Because Zeke was loved. And Enzo is going to make amends for what happened to Zeke.
When I was tortured, I got nothing. No revenge. No closure. Nothing.
I walk down the hallway cautiously searching for where the doctors brought Zeke. He looked so horrible
