She kneels beside his wheelchair. “Then take me with you.”
“Don’t go,” she says.
Hache leans against his motorcycle, smoke curling from his lips. The night smells of gasoline and salt. His knuckles are bruised — again. Another fight, another face he won't remember. He’s twenty-two, but his eyes look forty. His life is a series of red lines: speeding, smuggling, brawling. His only law is the roar of an engine at 180 km/h. Tres Metros Sobre El Cielo Parte 1 Pelicula Completa