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“When?” Diego asked.

Renzo shrugged. “Not long, I promise.”

Or, that was his hope. He couldn’t guarantee it, especially depending on how the rest of this night went, but he was going to do his very best to keep his promise to his brother. After all, he’d already done this much and come this far for Diego. He wasn’t going to stop until someone put him in a fucking grave.

Tonight, that was a real possibility.

God knew Renzo was mad enough to make it happen, barring the fact that the Marcellos were apparently on their tail. He wasn’t even factoring them into his rage right now. He had another fucker to handle before he was even going to think about them on a real level. He was handling them by sending Lucia and Diego away.

No, it was Tuck that Renzo needed to handle. Wanted to handle the lying prick, really. It was Tuck that had sent Renzo’s rage flaring because how fucking dare he put them in this position? Loyalty meant nothing to the asshole, and Renzo needed the guy to answer for selling them out like he had.

Diego blinked, and a single tear made a track down his pink cheek. “Okay, Ren. Love you.”

Putting his fist out for his brother, Diego bumped it with his own as he sniffled. “Love you, too, buddy.”

He couldn’t look at his brother for one more second. He couldn’t handle the tears, or the fact that Diego might ask him to go with them. Because if he did those things, then Renzo was going to break. In everything else with his life, Renzo was cool, calm, and unbothered. The cold wind in a fucking hurricane. When it came to his brother, though, he was fucking weak.

Way too weak.

Slamming the back door shut, Renzo turned to face Lucia who was already holding the keys back out for him to take. “I’m not going without you.”

Renzo refused to take the keys. “You’re driving. I will follow.”

Disbelief flashed over Lucia’s pretty features, but as quickly as it came, it was replaced by the heat of her anger. It didn’t matter what this girl felt, she looked beautiful all the while. Renzo figured this wasn’t the right time to tell her that, though. She probably wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Ren—”

“I will follow shortly, and we’ll meet up somewhere,” he said firmly.

They really didn’t have time to argue about this. Besides, his decision was already set in stone. Lucia didn’t have to like it or want him to do it, but whether she liked it or not, he was fucking going back for Tucker. The two of them, at the very least, were going to have some words about what the asshole did.

Probably more.

Renzo wasn’t thinking about that bit right now.

“Get in the car, okay?” he murmured, stepping closer to her.

Lucia took a step back, her anger melting into something hurt and broken. “Not without you. That’s the deal, Ren. You go, I go. Remember? That’s our deal.”

“I will follow.”

“With what? This is the only car we have!”

Yes, and even it was probably tainted. He bet Tucker gave the fucking Marcellos the license plate number to try and track it as stolen, if they wanted to go that far. Not that it mattered right then. Those were all things Renzo would deal with at a later time—more changed license plates, or another stolen car. Who fucking cared?

Right now, he had to deal with Lucia.

Get her on the road.

She couldn’t be here.

Stepping forward before she could put more distance between them, Renzo grabbed Lucia’s face in both his palms, pulled her in close, and kissed her hard. She sucked in a sharp breath as his lips came down on hers. This thing they had now felt bigger than him, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. He could blame it on love; he could blame it on his stupid heart; he could blame it on her. The truth was simpler, really.

They just were.

Better together.

Meant to be.