Novel & Cerita Mexican Gothic Review

CHAPTER 4 Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them.

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.