MIGUEL’S POVAfter meeting with our inside guy, he confirmed that the shipment was indeed in the custody of Don Pablo. For almost a week, we've been planning on how to get back our shipment from the South Coast cartels—one of the deadliest.Joe wasn’t present, I guess he was still on Kiera’s assignment.The dim light of the basement flickered ominously, casting long shadows across the cluttered table at the center of the room. Papers lay scattered, weapons glinting in the low light, and half-empty glasses sat like forgotten sentinels. I leaned over the map, the weight of our situation pressing down on me.Don Pablo wasn’t playing nice, and I wouldn’t let him get away with it. I could feel my heart pounding, anger running in my veins for the fool he tried to make out of me.“The shipment is ours for the taking,” I said, my fingers tracing the route to the docks.Javier’s voice cut through, “What about Joe? We can’t commence without him.”I waved a hand dismissively, “We’ll fill him whe
KIERA'S POVThe kiss left me breathless, stirring up emotions I didn’t want to confront, and I wished it would never end.When we finally pulled away, my heart thudded mercilessly in my chest, drowning out his explanations as they went in one ear and out the other.As I watched his lips move, all I could think about was feeling them against mine again.“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, his voice low and inviting, and without knowing, I nodded.He headed to the counter, slipped a few notes to the bartender, and came back holding two bottles of vodka.“Let’s go.”****As we drove past the hotel, I glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur past, my mind running as I wondered where we were headed. After a few minutes' drive, Gabriel took a turn, exposing us to the stunning view of the beach.“This will do,” he said, finding a spot to park.We kicked off our footwear, and Gabriel picked up the vodka bottles as we strolled along the coast.The rhythmic sound of waves c
KIERA’S POVThe night was still young, and the vodka was flowing like it was going out of style. Gabriel kept pouring himself another shot, and I couldn’t help but tease him.“Are you trying to become the world’s first human vodka balloon?” I joked, nudging his arm. “I mean, at this rate, you’ll float away.”He chuckled lightly, “You underestimate my ability to handle my liquor. I’m practically a professional.”“Oh sure, because we all know that getting hammered at the beach is a sign of high-class behavior,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.“Hey, I’m making memories here!” He exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically. “Life’s too short not to enjoy a little chaos.”“Right, and what kind of memories? The kind that involves you face-planting into the sand?” I laughed, but part of me loved this carefree side of him.With each shot, I watched as his usually sharp gaze softened and his laughter grew louder. There was something infectious about his buzz, and I felt myself getting swept up in it
KIERA’S POVI had finished packing my luggage and was ready to leave, just waiting for the green light from Almighty Gabriel. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration over his delays. Still seething about what happened earlier, I didn’t want to talk to him, so I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and checking the time.After about five minutes, I decided to go and check on him. I got to his door and it was slightly ajar. Peeping in, I saw his valise already packed on the bed, and I peered further only to find him on a call, his back turned toward me.Curiosity kills the cat, but since I’m not a cat, a little eavesdropping wouldn’t kill me, right?Leaning in, my ears raced faster than my heart as I tried to piece together his conversation.“I hate to be questioned,” he roared.Whoever he was talking to wasn’t getting an easy ride, that I was sure of.“There’s nothing going on between Kiera and I. She’s just a friend, nothing more. Whatever you think is going on between she
KIERA’S POVThe private jet felt like a prison. I sat as far from Gabriel as possible, my eyes glued on my phone as I pretended to be engrossed in it. I just wanted him out of my sight completely.His phone rang nonstop, each tone sending a jolt through me. I sighed heavily, wishing I could vanish. It had to be the woman he spoke with earlier because the way he kept glancing at the screen and then staring back at me felt suspicious.The ringing eventually ceased, and about five minutes later, his phone rang again. Pardon me if I felt a strong urge to grab the goddamn phone and toss it out the window because it was becoming irritating.This time, he answered the call, and I caught the mention of Lewis’s name. From his tone, it was clear Lewis was discussing Mark’s case. I lifted my eyes slightly and noticed his brows furrow.“Abuela wants to meet with you again?” He asked, his tone sharp.After he hung up, he got on his feet and strolled towards me. I pinned my eyes to my phone still f
ELISE’S POVThe door creaked open, and Miguel stepped into the room, his mood as damp as the clouds outside. He looked like a storm ready to burst. I put down the book I wasn’t really reading, suddenly aware of the tension hanging in the air.“Where have you been the past few days?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light, though a thread of genuine curiosity wove through my words.He shrugged, a dismissive gesture that felt like ice against my skin, “That’s none of your business, Elise.”I blinked, taken aback. My heart dropped a little, but I quickly masked it with a smile. The last thing I wanted was for him to see how his words stung. Instead, I feigned nonchalance, picking up the book again.“Have you heard about Kiera?” He asked, his voice heavy with grief.I pressed my lips together, pretending to be clueless, “No... What about her?”“She’s gone,” he said, staring at the floor.“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my brows knitting together.“Kiera’s dead,” he said flatly, his ja
GABRIEL’S POVI felt horrible because I remembered everything. The memories of last night clawed at my mind like a relentless beast. The warmth of her body against mine, the comfort I felt when she rested her head on my chest—every single detail was etched into my soul.When I said I didn’t want to forget that moment, I was dead serious.I couldn’t tell if I was protecting her heart or mine by pretending not to remember anything. The truth is, I don’t know if I was capable of giving her what she truly deserves.My actions hurt her deeply, and I could feel it even from a distance.For a fact, I feel an undeniable pull toward her, and I can’t disregard the way my heart thumps harder, every time she’s near me. But admitting that I felt that way? That’s a different story.Her anger radiated like heat from a fire, palpable and intense, from the moment she stormed out of my room until we reached home. The silence loomed between us, thick and suffocating, wrapping around us like a shroud. Sh
KIERA’S POVI woke up feeling surprisingly rejuvenated. Apparently, a solid night’s sleep does wonders for the soul. The anger I was nursing over Gabriel had dulled to a mild irritation, like a mosquito bite.I decided right then, no more expectations. I’d step up as the fake fiancé he needed—no strings, no complications. But then there was Damien. His confession lingered like a sweet poison in my mind, his desires, pulling me like a tide. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t drawn to him, but allowing myself to trust his words and open my heart to him? That would take more than just words, especially after what he did.Just as I finished up in the bathroom, my phone buzzed, and a message from Gabriel flashed on the screen.[Please get dressed. Marco's waiting to bring you to the office]Oh, great! He still thinks I’m fuming. Why else would he send Marco instead of picking me up himself? Classic Gabriel, always dodging the bullet. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I dropped my phone.I