The plan was simple. Infiltrate the Gonzalez Cartel, discover the whereabouts of Tito Gonzalez and revenge her father's death. However nothing prepares Raven for the unexpected twist she encounters as she gets closer to the real truth of her father's death. --- Raven’s entire life has been defined by loss and betrayal. At just 13, she watched as the Cartel brutally murdered her father—an act that not only tore her family apart but also set her on a path to destroy the empire responsible. Now, at 22, she’s back in Spain, leading a ragtag team of rebels with the singular goal of dismantling the Gonzalez Cartel from within. But as Raven infiltrates the Cartel’s operations and gets closer to Mario—Tito’s ruthless son—the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur. But love is a luxury Raven cannot afford. Lucas, her devoted team member and secret lover, has always been by her side, waiting for the day they can escape the Cartel’s grasp and finally be free. Torn between loyalty, love, and vengeance, Raven faces the ultimate dilemma: Will she sacrifice everything she’s fought for to build a future with Mario, or will her thirst for revenge consume her entirely, leaving no room for love? As the stakes rise and the Cartel’s reach tightens, Raven must choose whether to live for revenge or risk everything for the love she never thought possible.
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I sat in the car watching out the window as the rain slowly pattered on the roof of the car in the cold still night. Right now, we were currently parked outside the front of a warehouse owned by one of the most influential men in the country. Don Tito Gonzalez, formerly the head and leader of the Gonzalez Cartel. A man whom I sought so much to destroy. "Five minutes left now." Lucas said beside me. " You ready?" "I was born ready." I replied him almost immediately. Lucas nodded, and then picked up his burner phone from the dashboard. He dialed a number and after a few rings, it connected. The call was picked up by the other people in our group who were all stationed at various places around the warehouse. "Five minutes left, get ready." He said and then cut the call. He then proceeded to dial another number and after a few seconds that too was picked up. "We're going in, in five. How's things on your end?" Lucas asked. "We're good to go, boss." A voice responded from the other end of the line. With that, Lucas put down the burner phone and then picked up his mask, which was also on the dashboard. After putting on his, he stretched out another one towards me. "Here," he said, with a hint of urgency in his voice. I collected the mask from him and he quickly turned his attention to his wrist watch. I stared at mine intently, as I carefully assessed the designs on it. The face of the mask was that of a skull, artistically printed all over the face area. The design was sleek and modern, with a slight tint to the lenses that seemed to be a combination of sunglasses and a face mask. The mask and our custumes seemed to be a perfect fit for the night's operation. Tonight wasn't just any night, this was a night of outmost importance. Our entire fate as a group, soley depended on the outcome of the operation which we were about to carry out in the next few minutes. "Here, you two." Franca said, stretching her hands from the back seat as she extended an open box with two tiny ear phones on it towards us. "I'm about to jam all communications devices available in the warehouse immediately you guys step inside. This will enable you communicate with me and the rest of the team, when that happens." I took one of the ear phones and placed it in one of my ears, while Lucas took the other. After putting on the ear phone in my ear I swiftly secured the mask over my face, feeling the soft material conform to my features. I glanced over at Lucas, who was already checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. The plan was simple. We infiltrate the warehouse undetected, by going in through the east entrance, which we were parked in front of and currently staring at right now. According to Franca's intel, the security guards change their shifts every five hours each day. This will gives us room to move in as there is an additional time between each shift change by the security guards. After carefully vetting this shift change system for months now, we discovered that the time between each shift change was five minutes at minimum. This was more than enough for us to get in and secure what we came here for. And although, it was no easy task discovering this falter in his biggest and most priced warehouse security system, who would have expected Tito Gonzalez, to have a crack in his security system? Tito was a very paranoid and cunning man. But his unwavering cautiousness was indeed something that needed to be studied. Even before going into hiding and aside from having the entire policing department on his payroll, he had been very security cautious making him an invisible target for his rivals. Now his son Mario Gonzalez, an even more ruthless and calculating person with a cold and domineering persona, was the head and leader of the Cartel. While Tito, his father operated from the shadows, he was the front runner and face of his father's empire. "Thirty seconds left, now." Lucas said once more as he glanced at his wrist watch again. "How's that camera coming, Franca?" I asked. "Oh, that? Piece of cake." Franca reaponded gleefully as she rapidly operated the keys on her laptop. "I'm in." She added, smiling. "Contact the others, Lucas. Inform them that we'll be moving in soon." I said firmly, staring at the gaurds standing in front of the warehouse ahead. Lucas picked up his burner phone once more and after a few taps on the screen he replied. "Done." "We need to move quickly if we're going to make it in undetected." I said once more. "Franca, you will take point from here then move on to join Carter's truck." "Noted." She replied,. "Ready to deactivate all cameras in the east wing of the building once you give the order." I nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline as I prepared for the mission. Just then, the watch on my wrist beeped twice. Signalling that it was time for the shift change. Lucas and I glanced at each other, before shifting our gaze to the two men in front of the warehouse. It was time to move in now, and One of the security guards stood there taking a smoke under the rain, heavily armed, while the other two security guards patrolled the surrounding area. As I watched, the other two security guards who were previously patrolling the area left, leaving the one who was still smoking all by himself. Taking him out wouldn't be a difficult task of course, but we— i couldn't risk any compromise, most especially not on this night. I glanced at the wrist watch on my left hand and the time read 00:03, and before I could even utter a word I heard Lucas's voice beside me. "We can take him out, you know?" He asked, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "No." I replied immediately, knowing that was the question he wanted to ask. "It's not worth the risk. Tell everyone to remain still." Lucas picked up his burner phone and sent the message across once more, just as I had instructed. I stared at the security guard through the car's windshield with contempt, as even I was becoming a bit impatient too. What the hell was going on? I thought. Why decide to take a smoke just now? Just then, his gaze fell upon me. It felt as if he could see me through the glasses, clearly. And I in turn, didn't hold back; I returned the gaze. We both stared at each other for a while, his gaze threatening and interrogative. He drew a hit from the cigarette he held on one of his hands, then squinted his eyes as if trying to pick us out from the dark. But to no avail. You've probably got a family to fend for, you fool. I said inwardly as I stared at him from distance. Hurry up and don't get caught up in someone else's business. "Five minutes past twelve o'clock." Lucas complained. "You know how much we've prepared for this, Rave." I said nothing. I just remained silent, watching— if watching was the right word the right word to use, at the security guard. Move for god's sake! I cried inwardly once again. And then, as if he could hear my thoughts clearly. He slowly threw the cigarette to the far corner, some metres away from where he was standing. He slowly backed out and after a few foot, turned around and walked away. Phew! I sighed inwardly again. That was close, too damn close. For a moment I thought— well it doesn't matter anymore, what matters right now is that we're going in. "Kill the cameras." I said to Franca, almost immediately. "We're moving in."Raven’s POV Peace was not a silence. It had a sound that symbolized it,a texture and a weight that was heavy. The house creaked differently these days. Not like it was bracing for something, but like it had exhaled. The kind of breath you didn’t notice until it was gone. Doors no longer slammed in warning they just closed. Brio no longer patrolled at night; he curled himself around Elias’s feet, snored, and occasionally let out a bark in his dreams. I should’ve been relieved but I was still tense in a way I couldn't really explain. I tried to fix the garden fence. Matteo had pointed it out gently, just a comment over coffee. “Might want to reinforce the back slats. We’ve had deer lately.” He didn’t mean anything by it. But twenty minutes later, I was in the yard with a toolbox, sleeves rolled up, every movement a little too forceful. I hammered until the nails split the wood. Then Re-nailed them,I tore the panel off again then fixed it slower. My hands shook by the time I stopped
Raven’s POV The mornings were different now,they weren't quieter or safer but just more honest. There was no pretending the world outside had changed, but inside we knew we had. The air in the house felt denser, not with fear but with something that almost resembled purpose. I started waking before the sun and not because I expected danger. That was new.I started building a shelf,a small one for books. The wood was uneven, the brackets didn’t align, and Elias said it was crooked. Matteo inspected it like it was an architectural marvel then declared it had “character.” Brio jumped on it the second it was stable enough to hold a loaf of bread, curled up in the sun patch like he’d commissioned the damn thing. I left it as it was as it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be ours.On Tuesdays, Matteo and Elias walked to the town’s library. They brought back books on history, woodworking, and something Elias called “space poetry,” which seemed to be about moons feeling things. “You
Raven’s POV It rained for four days straight,it wasn't a soft drizzle or the cinematic kind. Just sky-emptying, bone-saturating rain that made the walls weep and the pipes hum like dying monks.Brio hated it as he refused to go outside. He stared at the door like it had betrayed him.Elias loved it,he said the sky was finally being honest.Matteo tolerated it, saying it was good for the basil.I watched the water crawl down the window and wondered if healing had a sound. Maybe it was this.Maybe it was thunder that didn’t feel like a warning. Franca was still here,kind of. She’d taken the upstairs room the one we never painted. Claimed it helped her stay unattached.We let her because attachment was something we’d learned to ask for, not assume.She never said why she came back.But every time Elias asked her a question, she answered like someone who’d never left.We started eating dinner later,more laughsin between,more interruptions,more hands reaching for salt and stories.And El
Raven’s POV It rained for four days straight,it wasn't a soft drizzle or the cinematic kind. Just sky-emptying, bone-saturating rain that made the walls weep and the pipes hum like dying monks.Brio hated it as he refused to go outside. He stared at the door like it had betrayed him.Elias loved it,he said the sky was finally being honest.Matteo tolerated it, saying it was good for the basil.I watched the water crawl down the window and wondered if healing had a sound. Maybe it was this.Maybe it was thunder that didn’t feel like a warning. Franca was still here,kind of. She’d taken the upstairs room the one we never painted. Claimed it helped her stay unattached.We let her because attachment was something we’d learned to ask for, not assume.She never said why she came back.But every time Elias asked her a question, she answered like someone who’d never left.We started eating dinner later,more laughsin between,more interruptions,more hands reaching for salt and stories.And El
Matteo’s POV There’s a rhythm to quiet lives a gentle beat between routines. You wake, you breathe, you eat. You pretend your hands never touched triggers or dossiers or the last breath of someone who didn’t duck fast enough. You pick herbs, you fix chairs while also teaching a kid how to make pancakes without weaponizing the stove. And if you’re lucky very lucky you tend to forget how heavy doors used to feel. I used to count exits in every room,now I forget to lock the front door. Progress?....maybe. Or maybe I just trust the kid to bark loud enough for both of us. Raven says I mumble more now which she likes, saying it makes me sound like a farmer. Elias calls me “The Whisperer.” Claims it’s mysterious while I call it peace although I still keep a hammer by the fridge, not for intruders but for repairs. Elias started a new project, A map….not of cities or roads but of us. One dot for where Raven found him One dot for where Brio was nearly arrested for barking at
Raven’s POV There are moments you can’t prepare for.Like the first time a kid you’re raising walks into the room with a split lip and says, “I didn’t hit him back.” Or the second time.Elias had been at the new school for five days.We chose it because it was small. Because it didn’t have uniforms and because the principal didn’t ask about guardianship documents and instead told us to bring cookies on Thursdays which made me like her.So when Elias came home with blood on his shirt and silence in his throat, I didn’t react like I used to. I didn't reach for the guns or made any threats. I Just got a chair pulled out and a bottle of antiseptic.Matteo hovered nearby. He was better at the soft questions.“What happened?”“Someone said I looked like a terrorist.”My fingers curled without permission.“And?” Matteo asked.“I didn’t hit him. I just looked at him until he stopped talking.”“Good,” I said. “Fear is a better teacher than violence.”Elias smirked. “You would know.”We made
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