I met the woman I love in a Graveyard at 10:30 at night… She jammed a flaming cigar into my arm for littering her favorite place. The Graveyard. I wrapped my hands around her tiny throat, expecting a man. An actual threat. But no. It was a woman. A tiny woman at that. One who spoke English, but cursed, hissed and growled in Spanish. Not a threat at all. … or so I thought. We’re not sociopaths. But we desperately wish we were. Trigger Warning: This is a dark romance. There's violence, sexual content and strong language. Be warned!