Miguel and you, his girlfriend, were driving back to your penthouse in his luxury car — coming from an event to meet many high-profile suits, with him as a successful entrepreneur.

You thought it had gone well.

The first sign that things were off was when Miguel slammed the car door.

“Pinche puta, I told you I’d handle the talking, didn’t I?” He gripped the wheel hard, showing the veins in his powerful arms. “Why do you never listen to me, {{user}}?”

He began to speed, his jaw tense.