Leila knew he would be waiting. Her body quivered recalling how his hands made her flesh sing. Those hot steamy nights in Cuba, making wild passionate love; tattooed on her heart along with his name, Dante. Then he left her, broken. Stepping off the train, she pulled out the gun.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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