LOGINEva's POVThe recoil kicked through my wrists.Thomas staggered. The bullet caught his shoulder, not his chest or his head. He screamed, and his grip on Mateo loosened for half a second.Half a second was all Mateo needed.He twisted free, seized Thomas's gun hand, and wrenched it sideways. The shot meant for his skull went wide and cracked into the café's brick wall. Then Mateo had the weapon, and Thomas was on the ground clutching his shoulder, and it was over.Mateo put a single bullet through my father's chest.Thomas went still. His mouth hung open. His eyes found mine, confused and betrayed, as if he genuinely couldn’t understand why his daughter hadn’t saved him.For a moment, I saw my mother’s face in his—the sadness I remembered from her last moments. Or perhaps I’d imagined that look. I’d been so young.I stood frozen with the gun still raised and my arms locked straight.Mateo looked at the body on the pavement, then at me. He tucked the gun into his waistband and brushed p
Eva's POVMateo had been buried in work since the morning after the yacht.I saw him in glimpses: a doorway, a hallway, the range beneath the casino three days ago. The rest of the time, the guards changed shifts and the meals came on trays and the days bled together.I told myself the hollow feeling in my stomach was hunger, not his absence.One day. Two...I kept counting. Surely he hadn’t forgotten our fourteen-day bet. He was the one running out of time. He should have been worrying about it.So why was I keeping track?On the fourteenth morning, he appeared in the doorway in a fresh suit, keys dangling from one finger. No blood on the cuffs. The cuffs were the first thing I checked now.“We’re going out.” He winked at me.I didn’t ask where. I put on the blue dress from the boutique and followed him to the car.When his men moved to follow, he waved them back.“I’ve done enough work for one week,” he said, opening the passenger door. “Today, it’s just you and me.”I pressed my li
Mateo's POVShe weighed almost nothing.I carried her back to the cabin with her face pressed into my shoulder, her fingers gripping the lapel of my jacket like it was the only solid thing left in the world. She wasn't crying anymore, but the silence was worse.I knew what was happening inside that head of hers. She'd held onto Daniel the way she held onto everything from her old life: the church, the prayers, the belief that somewhere out there, good people existed and would come for her. A childhood friend turned cop. The answer to a prayer.I pushed the cabin door shut with my heel. The lock clicked.Except the prayer was a lie. The friend was a fraud. The father who'd raised her on sermons about virtue had sold her virginity to cover a gambling debt. Every pillar she'd ever leaned on had rotted from the inside.Poor girl.I set her down on the edge of the bed. The scrapes on her palms were still bleeding. I crouched in front of her and took her left hand, turning it over."This
3rd Person POVHe’d have to take his time. His little wife wasn’t ready to admit any of it yet.Mateo rubbed her tear between his thumb and forefinger, then let out a slow breath through his nose."Don't cry."He said it the way he said everything, with the easy authority of a man who expected the world to rearrange itself around his words. But something in the softness underneath made Eva blink.She couldn't see his expression clearly. Her eyes were swollen and blurred, and the flashlights behind him turned his face into backlit shadow.Every man on that deck was certain of what came next. The Don's wife had been caught fleeing with a cop at midnight. There was a boat. There were documents. The math was simple.Mateo straightened and turned around."How much did they pay you?"His voice was cold and clear, carrying easily over the wind.Eva flinched. Then she realized he wasn't looking at her.He was looking at Enzo.Enzo's smile flickered. "Don?""I asked you a question." Mateo tilt
Eva's POVMateo walked into the light. Hours ago he'd given me a birthday cake. Now I would face his judgment.He sat back in a deck chair and crossed one leg over the other.Enzo fell into step beside Mateo, spine straight, chin lifted, the picture of loyalty. He spoke low and fast, recounting every detail.The boat.The timing.The adulterer.The coat he'd left me was too big. I was still on my knees, and the wind had opened the front, and I could see the hem of my nightdress underneath, pale silk stained with rust from the deck grating.I tried to protest, but a hand clamped over my mouth and shoved me down against the deck. I strained to look up at Mateo, searching his face for a reaction. But found nothing.Then Enzo leaned closer and dropped his voice to a stage whisper that everyone could hear."He's a cop, Don."The deck went cold. The men holding me shifted their grip. Harder now. Someone behind me thumbed the safety off his pistol. The click was small and precise.A moment a
Eva's POVI pulled on the coat Mateo had left draped over the armchair and slipped out of the cabin.The hallway was quiet. The yacht hummed beneath my bare feet, a low vibration that matched the hammering in my chest. I moved fast, keeping close to the wall, counting doors until I found the stairwell to the upper deck.Maybe I’d regret that.Freedom was within reach, and I was turning my back on it.I was running to make sure Daniel didn't wait for something that wasn't coming.The rear deck was open to the sky. Wind whipped off the black water and hit me full in the face, sharp enough to steal my breath. Moonlight cut the waves into silver ribbons. Far below, tied to the yacht's service ladder, a small speedboat bobbed in the dark.Daniel stood at the railing. He turned at the sound of my footsteps, and relief flooded his face."Eva. Thank God." He reached for my arm. "Come on — we have maybe three minutes before the next patrol."I didn't move."Daniel." My voice came out steadier







