EVE.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, but my body felt anything but beautiful. I had just finished sitting in a tub of mildly hot water to help with the sore between my legs.
The sting was still there when I moved, reminding me of every single merciless thrust Saint had forced into me.
I didn't have the luxury of resting. I had to go to Lanry Side. I had to find Coach. He was my only shot at talking to the woman who had supposedly bought Saint's Rolex.
Two hours later, I was sitting across from him, my phone pressed against his ear, his thick brows knitted together. His forehead was creased deep as if the weight of the conversation was dragging down his entire face.
His lips moved too quickly as Spanish rolled off his tongue, but it might as well have been another planet's lang
