All Chapters of The Cartel’s Forbidden Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

LUCA Once I caught sight of him through the window, a strong wave of betrayal and disbelief washed over me. My body screamed for me to grab him by the collar, slam him against the wall, and demand the truth. Sucre - the love of my life, a traitor?I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.My fists trembled as they curled at my sides. Still, I swallowed it all down, burying the storm brewing inside me beneath a careful mask. I had to think smart.Yes. That’s what I’ll do.I’ll play the part. I’ll smile, nod, laugh and even pretend I don’t know what I just saw. But God help us both… he better come clean. For the sake of our love and everything we’ve been through, he better tell me what he’s up to.The door creaked open. My heart thudded once… twice - then pounded violently in my ears.He walked in casually, like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just met with Otto behind my back. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my cheek. Too soft. Too normal.He handed me the snacks and wa

LUCASucre?What the fuck?!What is he doing here? What’s going on?Sucre stepped out of the closet like he just walked out of a dream. He looked unreal. In his hands, he held a placard.“Congratulations, you passed the audition.”“What audition?” I barked, my voice shaking more from confusion than rage.Someone tell me what’s going on here. You mean to tell me everything… everything - since I stepped into this damn room was a setup? A show? A twisted audition? None of it was real?Before I could get another word in, the door creaked open - slow, deliberate. And there she was.Juni.Smiling. Like she’d just won. “Damn bitch…”I charged at her, the fury in my veins was unlike anything I’d felt before.But Salvatore moved quickly, catching me mid-lunge, holding me back. My breath was rapid. My vision blurred red.“Wait, she’s a part of this too?” My voice cracked, disbelief twisting inside me. “Nah. I’m out of here.”I turned and stormed toward the door, each step heavier. I felt used.

SUCRE "Do it now!"Otto sprang up from his seat, his voice loud and intimidating.“Right now!”The man across from him - shaking, eyes wide shut his lids tight and clenched his teeth. His breath came out single, forced. His shirt drenched in sweat. Then… silence.Click.No sound. No smoke. No bullet.Just the empty, echoing click of the gun’s hammer.For a heartbeat, nobody moved.Then came another sound. The sound of water hitting the ground. No. It wasn’t from Otto’s glass. The man had pissed himself.Otto didn’t even flinch. His eyes slid to me without any hesitation. "Your turn to spin the bottle, pretty boy," he said, low and steady, like the calm before a tornado.My stomach burned. My throat ran dry. With trembling fingers, I reached out and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled quickly on the table. Every revolution echoed louder in my head, ticking down the seconds to something I couldn’t name but already feared.I couldn't stop staring at the gun.The same gun that had ju