(KRYSTAL'S POV)
One moment Angelo is saying Raffaele's awake.
The next moment we're in the car.
It happens so fast my brain can barely keep up.
As we speed through the early morning streets of Los Angeles with Angelo behind the wheel, the drive is completely silent.
Not tense.
Not awkward.
Just quiet.
But my mind won't stay still.
Every time Angelo turns onto a new street, I look back.
Every single time.
I twist in my seat and check the rear window, scanning the road behind us for headlights that shouldn't be there. For a car that keeps making the same turns we do.
There's never anything, of course. Just empty roads and a few early commuters.
But still, I keep checking again. And again. And again.
Angelo glances at me from the corner of his eye.
"Krystal."
I turn back around.
"Relax," he says calmly. "We're safe."
I give him a nod.
"Yeah, we're safe," I say to myself. "We're totally safe."
