Chapter 54

• My scream pierces through the California air when we reach our destination, barely muffled by the thumping bass from Coachella's main stage. I still can't believe we're here. When we landed at the airport from Mexico and drove through California's streets, I hadn't even guessed this was his plan. The festival grounds spread out before us, a sea of bohemian fashion and pulsing energy.
• "This is a joke, right?" I spin to face him, my heart racing as we approach the entrance. He'd flown me across the border for this?
• "Nope," he says, a rare grin playing on his lips as someone hands him our VIP passes. My Rafael, Mr. Serious Cartel Boss, brought me to Coachella. I might be dreaming.