AUTHORS POV

Tessa wished she could read what was going on in Pedro's damn mind. What was so special about this underground match that so desperately needed her attendance?

It was well past 11 p.m. when Pedro’s car pulled up to the entrance of what seemed like a tunnel. Tessa assumed it to be the venue for the underground wrestling match. And honestly, she was tired because they had been driving for a while. Casa del Diablo was boldly written above the entrance; Tessa read it with narrowed eyes, and it made her feel a certain type of way.

Tessa, clinging tightly to Pedro’s arm, stared in disbelief at the...