My Greatest Weakness

Rocco’s POV

I sat in the back, eyes fixed on the road ahead as the city faded behind us, replaced by trees and open land. Enzo was driving fast, but not reckless. He knew better than to waste a second.

My chest was tight, and it had nothing to do with the seatbelt. I hadn’t felt this kind of fear in years. I called Viviane three times. No answer. I called Kiara a dozen more, and still nothing. E