Steps To Trust

From The Iron Pit, Dom took her to the club—the same one he always goes to after his Fridays fights.

It was late. The streets buzzed with energy, the kind that came alive only at night.

Elena sat quietly in the passenger seat of Dom’s car, her fingers loosely intertwined with his. She didn’t say much, but her heart was doing backflips.

It had taken her almost an hour to calm down from the whole