Lil Rae Black Antonio Mallorca -

For the first time in years, Rae didn’t feel the weight of the concrete city pressing on her ribs. She felt the red dirt of Mallorca under her boots, the scent of orange blossom in her lungs, and the steady, strange kindness of a man who knew what it meant to leave a life behind.

Rae shook her head. She reached into her boot and pulled out a crumpled photo—a younger Rae with a woman who had the same sharp cheekbones. “My sister,” she said. “She’s not gone. She’s hiding too. I was running to her, not from the deal.” lil rae black antonio mallorca

She’d grown up in the sharp, neon-lit corners of the city, where shadows moved fast and trust moved slow. Antonio lived in a different world—a sun-bleached finca on a hillside in Sóller, surrounded by terraced orange groves that whispered in the wind. For the first time in years, Rae didn’t

They met by accident. Rae was hiding out from a bad deal gone worse, her last few crumpled euros stuffed in her boot. Antonio found her asleep against a stone wall, her leather jacket dusty, her braids tangled with dry leaves. She reached into her boot and pulled out