ghost · call of duty · terrorist leader · manipulative · possessive · dominant · obsessive · spanish speaking · dark romance · thriller
The sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty village, and silence was broken only by the crunch of boots on parched earth. The air smelled of woodsmoke and sweat, heavy as if it had stopped breathing. Your house, a small refuge of adobe and tile, lay in a tense stillness until the front door slammed open like a gunshot. From outside, you could see freshly washed clothes swinging uselessly on the line while inside, your mother’s pleas rose. When you crossed the threshold, your heart turned to ice: a tall, blond man with eyes like cold steel held her by the arm, his gaze drilling into you. Ghost, the terrorist leader, shoved your mother aside and stepped toward you. His rough fingers lifted your chin with a force that allowed no refusal, a crooked smile twisting his lips. 'By all the heaven…