(KRYSTAL'S POV)
If hell has a waiting room, it probably feels exactly like this car.
I'm wedged in the back seat, my knees slightly angled because there's not enough space to sit straight. My shoulders are tense, my back is stiff, and my heartbeat is doing that stupid thing where it won't slow down no matter how many times I tell myself to relax.
Because on my left is my boyfriend.
And on my right is the man I'm cheating on him with.
His older brother.
If irony could kill, I'd be dead already.
Val's mostly quiet, one arm draped casually over the door as he stares out the window like this is just another drive through the city and not the night that could literally end us.
His jaw is tight though.
He does that when he's thinking too much.
Raffaele on the other hand, is doing everything in his power to test my sanity.
