I exhale as the engine growls beneath me and carries me away from the wreckage of yet another relationship I barely wanted to begin with.
First thing tomorrow morning, I’m going to have a talk with Petro about his freedom with my f*****g credit cards. Silk lingerie, perfumes, and diamonds? He’s lost his damn mind.
I take the exit onto the highway. It’s a long way home, a windy one, and a dark one, especially with the thunderstorm just starting to roll in. But all of those things suit my mood right now. I turn on the sound system and the crunch of aggressive metal music snarls from the speakers to shake my bones.
I let myself settle into the speed of the car. I lean with the turns and press the pedal harder. The road unfolds like a black ribbon in the night. No lights. No other living so
