Chapter 37 : How Far Would You Go?

*Jacopo’s POV*

My foot felt like a lead weight as I pressed the gas pedal hard against the floor, cutting off any car that dared drive in front of me. With my eyes straight ahead, I replayed the conversation I had with Ernesto in my head, each word echoing louder than the one before.

‘Sophia was shot. We're going to The Farm.’

I went out of town to do something for my father, so I had to drive an hour to get to her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sophia, my sweet Sophia, had been shot. I felt a tight knot form in the pit of my stomach, and all I could think about was getting to her as fast as possible. My hands trembled on the wheel, and I cursed the traffic that slowed me down.