Surviving the Storm

Enzo.

Judging by his demeanor, Arturo was ready to throw hands. He glared at me, heaving furiously. Ronan came up behind him.

“I asked you a question,” Arturo bellowed. “What did you do to my daughter?”

“Wait.” Ronan stepped forward, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What daughter are we talking about here? Isn’t this the Arturo Navarro?”

“Wait for me in the car,” I instructed Ronan. He shook his