Rain's POV:
As I stare at the big bald head of the driver, I let my gaze drift out the car window. The world outside is a vibrant blur, the housing blocks drifting by in pulses of color.
Green block, Pink block, then a Violet block scarred with jagged graffiti.
Tiny shops are sprinkled underneath them like crumbs.
My reflection in the glass looks pale, my mind already rehearsing the list of things I'm going to lay at the feet of my petty, pretty boyfriend.
Did you plan the whole thing just because you wanted to meet him?
Why the fuck would you invite him?
Hosting a stranger for an entire dinner,why? Why? Why not at the very least, ask? If I even want that?
The car jerks to a halt right outside the main gate, and the breath catches in my throat. My beautiful, quiet home looks like it's being mauled by tiny black bugs.
There are at least a hundred men swarming the perimeter, and in the center, someone is barking orders. It's not Danny, this man is shorter and broader.
