Seven Minutes in Hell

Summary

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven."

"Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk.

I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them.

Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar.