Author's pov
Tiara's frustration simmered beneath the surface as they sped down the road. Her hands gripped his torso, fingers twitching with the urge to do something—anything—to make him pay for this.
"I know this jerk deliberately pressed the brake," she thought furiously, recalling how he had forced her body against his. "How much I want to curse him so badly his ears start to bleed."
But she didn't say a word. Instead, she clung to him, a prisoner of circumstance, her anger boiling quietly. The streets blurred past them as Enzo weaved in and out of traffic with reckless ease. She could feel the rumble of the engine beneath her and the wind biting at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her mind.
They had been riding for what felt like half a day, though in reality, it had barely been an hour. The familiar streets of her neighborhood started to appear, and her stomach twisted with unease.
