Escape through hell

"Navarro!"
A harsh, challenging voice rang out down the street and could be heard clearly in the room.
"Navarro, come out! It's me, Pablo Torres. I want to fight you for that woman. Our wheels will decide who it belongs to. Can you hear me, Navarro?"

Luz Muran felt Darius Navarro's hands stiffen on her breasts, his lips harden on her neck. The fever of passion that had possessed them only a few seconds before died out with frightening speed. She shivered as a draft came in through the open window. She opened her eyes and saw the flickering glow of kerosene and shadows moving across the walls and ceiling of the small room.