Date = 22 April
How quickly death comes knocking.
Place = San Francisco (Black Dragon Club) (UCSF Medical Center)
POV – Enrique
“I’m telling you, he was fine ten minutes ago, and now he’s passed out. I’m not sure he’s breathing … and he’s … taut … eh, very hard … down there,” Lee rambles, his voice cracking like he’s trying not to panic but failing spectacularly.
“It’s not going down. Should it go down? It should. Men can’t stay stiff like that for so long, can they?”
What the f**k? Did I pass out? It smells like cheap beer, sweet perfume, and blood.
My eyelid peels open. One eye feels as if it’s glued shut. I see Lee pacing, phone plastered to one ear, the other hand holding a steak knife. He looks like a man ready to fend off vampires and whores at the same time.
“Four hours, max
