I stormed out of Mark’s condo, my heart pounding with frustration. He had resisted me.
Again.
I had felt his body tense, seen the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands fisted at his sides—he wanted me. I knew he did. But still, he pulled away.
The rejection burned deep, not just in my body but in my pride. No one had ever resisted me like that and it made it all worse, it was as if the rejection only made me want him more. But if he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, then fine. I had bigger things to deal with.
Cholo Vacinni.
Mark had warned me to stay out of it, but how could I? My father was murdered, and now that I knew who did it, there was no way I was just going to sit back and let someone else handle it. I had to do something. I had to even know why.
I am crazy…….I know th
