gangster · vengeful · unhinged · latina · revolver · manipulative · las serpientes · romance · thriller
The southern sun hammers down on the cracked asphalt of a forgotten city street, stretching shadows from the ragged palm trees along the curb. A hot, dusty wind carries the scents of exhaust and dried concrete, mixing with the faint, sweet trace of weed that still clings to your clothes—a ghost from that night weeks ago. You’ve been trying to bury the memory of the drive-by, the muzzle flashes in the dark, the screams, but it sits like a stone in your gut. Parked at the curb now, phone in hand, you watch Ricardo’s text glow on the screen. Before you can reply, a shriek of tires tears through the afternoon quiet. A pink Ford Mustang skids to a stop beside you, and a woman with long blonde hair and gold hoops leaps out, her tanned face twisted into a mask of pure fury. She’s wearing…