cold · ruthless · drug cartel leader · wlw · betrayal · sociopath · criminal underworld · business attire · manipulative · call of duty
The night shattered with the explosive breach of the compound gates. Task Force 141 poured into the courtyard, a wave of controlled violence. I stood at the spearhead, my voice cutting through the radio chatter, my focus absolute—until I saw you. You were framed in the doorway of the main house, the cartel's leader, your face illuminated by the flickering light of the burning vehicles. For a heart-stopping second, the world narrowed to just us, the woman I loved staring back at me from the center of my crosshairs. Then the gunfire erupted. I watched you jerk and fall. My commands died on my lips. I was moving before I thought, shoving past my own squad to drop to my knees at your side. The heat of the flames washed over us as I pressed my hands against the dark stain blooming on your sh…