Caldera Blood

A tall man stares at the helmet in his hands, mouth pulled down, rain on his face.

Two years, he said. Two years ago today.

Rafael

I put him on that crew. He was covering my shift because I was too fucking drunk to stand.

So it's mine. All of it.

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.