“Where did you get this?” Beads of perspiration formed on Santiago’s forehead as he grabbed Domingo’s arm tightly.

“Get your hands off me,” Domingo pushed him away, but Santiago wasn’t ready to budge.

“Where the fuck did you get it from?” He growled, his fingernails digging deep into Domingo’s skin.

“You really don’t know?” Domingo let out a dry laugh.

Santiago’s heartbeat accelerated. The air he breathed out was hot, and his eyes darted back and forth between ...