Caldera Blood

A tall man in a navy suit carries an old black sewing machine down a wet, dark street, a small woman in a red wig and black coat hurrying beside him.

The street outside the bar was black and wet, and he carried my mother's machine with one hand like it weighed nothing.

Rafael

Two blocks. My car's two blocks from here.

I walked fast to keep up, coat pulled tight, and my heels clicked too loud in all that quiet.

Caldera Blood

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I wore a red wig and a fake name to a card game I had no business being in. I only wanted my mother's sewing machine back from Delphine Marchetti. She wanted me to make a fool of myself in front of the man in the back room. He was supposed to laugh at me. Instead he stood up, took my hand, and ended her game. Rafael Caldera is not a man you play games with. He is quieter than his reputation and more dangerous than the whispers. He has lost someone, and he carries it like a wound that won't close. I saw him break, and he let me hold him. I promised myself I would never see him again. Then my ex came back to humiliate me, and the only place I wanted to run was straight to Rafael. Now he knows my real name, and he is not letting me go after one night.