Hothead (Hothead #1)

Chapter 83

Nick

Mila’s face twists in pain as she points slowly towards a large, deep hole in the pavement. In the exact space, I realize, where I parked the ambulance.

All the blood drains from my head, and I stagger against the truck.

“No.” The word leaves me like a dying exhale.

“I’m so sorry, Nick,” Mila whispers.