It all clicked at once.
The crowd I had passed. The decorations. The music.
The tension in the air.
This wasn’t just any day.
This was his day.
He was the groom.
And he was standing here—Covered in control and quiet violence—Offering to throw it all away.
For me.
For a girl who looked like this—
Sweat-soaked. Hair tangled.
Clothes stolen and worn thin.
A shadow of something that used to be whole.
I swallowed hard.
My pulse refused to slow.
This didn’t make sense.
None of it did.
My life hadn’t made sense for a long time.
Not since everything had collapsed.
Not since my father died in that plane crash—an explosion that stayed in the headlines for months.
A crash that didn’t just take him... but my mother and my brother too.
My life turned completely upside down after the tragic loss of my family.
I joined the CIA in a desperate attempt to fill the void they left behind—anything to keep the emptiness from swallowing me whole.
That decision led me onto a mission with a team of twenty-one operatives, tasked with capturing one of the world’s most dangerous men.
Al Chapo.
The CIA’s most wanted.
A terrorist. A mafia hybrid.
A man who didn’t just destroy lives—he erased them. Even now, his name makes something inside me tighten.
The mission was a disaster.
We failed.
Most of my team died at his hands. The rest were captured.
