RAFAEL
I drove alone. No driver, no Marco, just me, the matte-black sports car, and the city bleeding across the windshield like fresh wounds. The engine purred low and angry beneath me as I pushed through the late-night streets of Barcelona, my mind a f*****g battlefield.
Marco’s words kept echoing.
You’re falling in love.
What a ridiculous, pathetic concept. Love? I didn’t do love. I did ownership. Love was for weak men who ended up with bullets in their heads because they cared too much. I learned that the night I watched my father choke my mother to death. Love got you killed. Love made you stupid.
And yet…
Selene’s face flashed in my mind; the way she had looked at me last night, desperate and hungry, riding me like she could f**k her way back into my soul. The s*x had been raw
