**Lorenzo's point of view**
Why did the 46 miles between Brooklyn and New Jersey suddenly seem so fucking long? I was driving way too fast, and my sweaty hands were seconds away from gliding of the steering wheel. I noticed the visible veins on my hands.
I knew that I was about to make my second terrible mistake, in my attempt to rescue Adrena. Funny how both of the biggest mistakes I've ever made, includes her. She's trouble, and still, here I am driving right to hell, just to save her from it.
I had to take my own car, it was too risky to involve Ricky. This is my first time driving this car, even though I bought it a month ago. It's a brand new Maserati, so it's not exactly unnoticeable. But it drives faster than the fucking wind, so I had to take it. I called Jones – my FBI mole – before I drove.
