Chapter 88

Bria's pov

The following week went in a blur. No bomb scare, no reports of mangled bodies… the whole toxic mafia rivalry shebang. Life was back to normal, for now that is.

Brushing my hair at my vanity mirror, I watched my reflection. I looked… fine. I no longer had dark circles from the stress of worrying and my chapped lips were back to being moisturized. I side eyed Enzo's distant reflection in