CATALINA
The ride home was silent. My hands trembled in my lap, but I refused to show fear in front of him. Miguel’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his expression unreadable.
He had killed a man. Just like that.
And what scared me most?
He felt nothing.
The city lights blurred past as we drove back, but my mind stayed in that fight club, in that moment when the gunshot echoed in my ears, I've never experienced anything like that.
“You’re quiet,” Miguel finally said, breaking the silence.
I swallowed, staring out the window. “What do you want me to say? That I’m fine? That watching you shoot a man in cold blood was fun?”
His lips curved slightly. “I didn’t do it for fun. Besides, you said you were bored, I've given you something to think about for a while.”
“You think this is
