Chapter 61 Ghosts From The Past

The black car prowled up the winding driveway like a predator hunting its prey. It was sleek, polished to perfection, and armored, only someone with something to hide would arrive so heavily protected. Diego stood at the top of the stone steps, arms crossed, jaw tight, his silhouette stark against the dying amber of the evening sky. He already knew who it was before the door even opened. Catalina Velasco stepped out, the crunch of her designer heels against gravel echoing in the silence. She was a vision of elegance wrapped in steel, raven hair cascading in perfect waves, lips painted a deep, blood-red shade. The last time he had seen her, she had been a ghost, a whispered name from the past he had hoped never to hear again.