Carmen lent me a pair of boots, I wore a black tight long sleeve top and skinny jeans to match. Compared to the others, I looked less prepared, less excited.
This wasn’t just a hunt for them, it was a sport.
I watched as Matteo and the rest flashed smiles amongst themselves, pulling out guns and showcasing them like it was nothing. Like all this was normal.
I never thought I’d find myself holding a rifle, much less standing in the middle of a sprawling forest with a group of men who could end lives without batting an eye. But here I was, surrounded by the smell of pine and damp earth, with Roman at my side.
The things I do for this man.
His presence always held a strange comfort, one I was starting to get familiar with. When he looked at me, he made me believe I could do anything. He
