Normally, I drive alone. Sure, I have two cars of my men with me wherever I go, but I always drive by myself.

Until tonight.

I look over at her, sitting beside me in the passenger seat, so pure and innocent, a brilliant light in the void of my life, and I feel my chest begin to warm. But at the same time, I'm still filled with a terrible rage as I'm reminded of the awful situation she got herself into tonight.

"So, what was that, Dora?" I ask, my foot heavy on the gas.

"What...what was what?" her voice is so pure, even if it is trembling.

"That date...