I sat in the back of my black Mercedes, my head laid back on the headrest we drove through the cool evening, and I watched bright city lights of diverse colors cast beautiful blurs on my window.
Blackwater pack never slept, in fact, nighttime was when we were more active, enjoying parties, street food or like myself romantic dinners.
I watched as a bunch of pups giggled as they raced past the street on their scooters, bumping into some passers-by and screaming their apologies through the exhilaration of their glee.
I rolled down my window and let out a soft breath as the cool breeze wafted against the side of my face, the smell of fried meat and pastries dancing in the breeze, I inhaled deeply, wanting to capture the moment in my memory forever.
The car made an easy turn, and we rode down an eerie, dark slope surrounded by bushes. I sat back in my car and peered ahead to where a gate sat with bright golden lights beaming from a distance.
We reached the gate and the car slowed to a halt
