Nina
“Come on,” Enzo said as he handed me my helmet. “We’re going on another ride.”
I raised my eyebrows as I took the helmet. “Where are we going?” I asked. Enzo didn’t answer. He just got on the motorcycle, and then started it up once I got on behind him. We started driving back out onto the main road. A few minutes later, I realized where we were going.
We were going to Enzo’s father’s house. I felt a lump rise into my throat when I saw the square silhouette of the modern home rise in the distance; I hoped that Enzo wasn’t planning on confronting Lewis that night with no backup.
But as we pulled up into the driveway, the house looked dark and empty. There were no cars in the driveway. Enzo parked the motorcycle and we climbed off and headed up to the door, which was crac
