Dante clearly knew his way around the lifestyle, his mere presence at the annual was proof of that. She was sick of giving herself, of having everything taken from her. She could feel Bishop’s eyes on her, but she paid him no attention. Angel looked Bishop dead in the eyes, her own were cold, hard, and warning. No one ever left the life, and it made her sick. It was a party, a gathering, celebrating the underground culture of girls, drugs, and weapons. To come out on top, like he always has. He looked her over. He was bald, with tanned skin that stretched over his muscular arms, which threatened to rip the rolled up sleeves of his black button up shirt. “You sure do have fire.”
Angel didn’t respond.
Actors:
Kenza Suck / Terry KEMACO
