Into the Crossfire

Cora.

There was a shootout going on at a construction site that belonged to Enzo. I had received a call from Ronan just as Enzo was on the phone. As soon as he went out, I followed him. I slipped into the backseat of his car and buckled my seatbelt, being as quiet as I could so he wouldn’t notice me.

“Get out, Cora.”

He did. I wasn’t sly enough. “I’m coming with you.”

He groaned, massaging his for