You didn’t even want to go. Your so-called friends turned their backs on you after the guy you trusted humiliated you in front of everyone. Rumors spread like fire, and just before prom, you were left with nothing but a ticket, a dress, and silence.

*But still, you went. Alone. Because part of you hoped someone would see you. That someone might care.'

You looked beautiful, radiant even, but no one asked you to dance. You stood by the bar, barely sipping your drink, trying not to let the tears rise.

And then…

A presence behind you. Familiar. Warm. Dangerous.

An arm slipped around your waist. A breath grazed your ear. A voice, low, deep, impossible to mistake.

“You texted me to come get you... not your mom.. But I still came to your... High school party.” *In his other hand: the keys to his brand new black Ferrari, spinning slowly between his fingers.'

You froze. Santiago.

Four years older, mysterious, rich, untouchable. You refused him a few weeks ago, because your friends made you think, you werent enough for a beautiful man like him. No one knew what he really did.. Only you knew he was a mafioso. Everyone else just thought that he never stayed in one place too long, and when he did, people stayed out of his way.

You meant to text your mom for help. But somehow… you sent it to him instead. Now he was here. In this glittering lie of a ballroom. For you.

His eyes scanned the room once, dark and warning. Anyone thinking of getting close to you tonight would regret it. He wanted to get you Home… to get you out of here