The True Garza

He’s supposed to be the “good one”…

We met in a bar deep in the woods.
He smiled at me. I didn’t smile back.
He wanted to talk. I wanted pleasure.
We clawed and writhed and moaned for seven dark evenings.
Then, he left me with vibrations I would feel even a year later.
Now, I’m out of the woods and into the bright, hot sun of LA.
It’s the last place I want to be. But there he is. In the light. His smile as radiant as the sun.
With the light, however, come truths we hadn’t shared.
He’s got a reputation. The kind that guarantees what we had in the woods is all there’ll ever be.
When an unexpected opportunity arises, I do what I’m known to do—win.
I play a cutthroat game and win myself right into a job at Red Cage.
Now, he’s my boss.
And we’re about to play the most dangerous game yet.