Fuegoleon X Nozel Novels & Stories

No, Leon was too rugged for polished. If there was a word to describe him it would have to be another. When he sat down and revved a nearly silent engine I looked to him, looking guiltlessly away only when he caught me. I had nothing to say, and it would be a long drive from here to downtown Miami, so I looked around me through my peripherals and saw nothing but luxury black interior with state of the art upholstery and machinery. It was grand, it was, and I felt unnervingly out of place.