FALLON
The audacity of his words scrapes at my composure, leaving raw, exposed patches. “Yeah, sure, because I enjoyed losing my virginity to a f*****g gun,” I spit out, unable to mask the venom in my voice. The glare I pin to the window reflects a woman with fiery green eyes ablaze with scorn.
Traffic halts us, and the car idles at a red light, the outside world ignorant of the storm brewing inside. Our silence grows heavy and oppressive until the honking of horns signals movement again. Milo has been lost in thought, staring at me through the rearview mirror— making me furrow my brows.
“Uh, you can go?” I prompt.
Milo shakes off the stillness, and the car jerks forward, slipping into the night’s traffic flow. Leone turns to me, his face unreadable. “You’re a virgin?” Disbelief color
