MICHELLE’s POV.
I don’t know exactly why I trust the words of Enzo so much but there is something about him. Something that makes me trust him even if I haven’t known him for a day. I am not sure what it is and what it could be but deep inside my mind, I know I can no longer go back to the time when I didn’t know him.
In no time, I am sitting on the passenger’s seat of his black Audi which he speeds through the busy night of the city.
This is the first time I am actually observing the city I have lived in for years and it really looks beautiful.
All my life; i just preferred staying at the pack house with aunt after my parents died and I only came into the main city when I needed something and i go back immediately. I never for once stopped to admire the city I lived in maybe because
