Normally, I drive alone. Sure, I have two cars of my men with me wherever I go, but I always drive by myself.
Until tonight.
I look over at her, sitting beside me in the passenger seat, so pure and innocent, a brilliant light in the void of my life, and I feel my chest begin to warm. But at the same time, I'm still filled with a terrible rage as I'm reminded of the awful situation she got herself into tonight.
"So, what was that, Dora?" I ask, my foot heavy on the gas.
"What...what was what?" her voice is so pure, even if it is trembling.
"That date you were on. What was that? That guy was clearly a piece of s**t. Did he pay you for your time or something?"
That gets a tiny laugh out of Dora, a laugh that goes straight to my chest like a match being lit in the darkness. "I wish..."
