Chapter 115: Is There An End?

Elena Vázquez

“Stop the car, Elena.” He said, speaking to me in such a gentle tone, despite what was happening. I slowed down the car before coming to a complete stop.

The car was flung onto its roof, engulfed by bright flames and black smoke. I gulped, still holding onto the steering wheel in a tight grip. My heart was still pounding until Vittorio held my face and made me look at him.

“Good job.