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ROUGH TRADE

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Dark Romance

Steamy

Mystery

Detective

Hidden Identity

Mafia

Betrayal

Forbidden Love

Twisted

“You want to know what I am?” he murmured against her mouth, his hands shoving her dress up around her waist. “I’m a man who takes what he wants. And I want you. Here. Now.” Nina Falcone is LAPD. Undercover. Posing as a high-end escort, she has one mission: get close to El Sombras, the drug lord no one can name, photograph, or catch. Every night, powerful men buy pieces of her. Every morning, she washes them off her skin and turns their secrets into evidence. She tells herself it is duty. She tells herself she is still in control. Then Cruz finds her. Dark. Beautiful. Dangerous. He doesn’t buy her. He sees her. He strips through every mask she wears with one look and leaves her a card that feels like a command. Next time, don’t look away. She doesn’t. One night becomes obsession. Obsession becomes surrender. He touches her like he owns her, protects her like she is sacred, and ruins her for every life she had before him. Nina forgets the badge, the case, every line she swore she’d never cross. But the case won’t die. Every lead she pulls turns up dead before she can use it. Someone is watching. Someone who sees her coming before she arrives. And the clues keep circling closer to the man in her bed — doors that open for Cruz without a knock, men who lower their eyes when he speaks, phone calls at three in the morning in a voice she’s never heard. The ghost she’s hunting keeps getting closer close enough to touch, close enough to hold her in the dark and whisper stay. The only thread left to pull is the one tied around her own throat.

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Chapter 1: Badge Off

“Hmmm…”

Mahinang napaungol si Klaire Limson nang maramdaman ang kung ano’ng mamasa-masang haplos sa kanyang leeg. Ang init ng hininga ng lalaki ay gumapang sa kanyang tainga.

“S-sino ka…?” Bumungad ang tanong sa isipan ni Klaire habang pinipilit niyang imulat ang mga mata. Ngunit malabo ang kanyang paningin dahil sa tama ng alak.

“Ahhh…” daing ni Klaire nang maramdaman ang matigas na laman na sinusubok siyang pasukin mula sa ibaba.

“N-No. Huwag…” iyak niya. Alam niyang hindi ito dapat mangyari.

Sa narinig ay sandaling huminto ang lalaki, animo’y nag-aatubili. Subalit mas malakas ang pagnanasa nito at hindi na kayang magpigil pa.

“T-Tigilan mo ito…” Bahagyang tinulak ni Klaire ang dibdib ng lalaki, ngunit wala siyang kalakas-lakas.

Dahil sa kanyang pagtanggi, inilagay ng lalaki ang kanyang mga kamay sa itaas ng kanyang ulo.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can stop now.” Malalim at nakakabighani ang boses ng lalaki na lubos na nagpatinding ng kanyang balahibo.

"Ahh..." Lalong lumaki ang mga mata ni Klaire nang maramdaman ang matinding sakit at kakaibang pakiramdam na bumabalot sa kanyang katawan.

Tumulo ang mga luha mula sa kanyang magaganda at nagsusumamong mata.

‘Hindi… hindi ito dapat….’ sigaw ng kanyang isipan.

Lumandas sa kanyang mga pisngi ang kanyang malilinaw na luha. Hindi siya sigurado kung kilala niya ang lalaki sa kanyang ibabaw. Ito ba ang fiance niyang si Miguel? Hindi niya alam. Pero nawala ang tanong na iyon sa kanyang isipan nang biglang lumakas ang pagbayo ng lalaki.

“Ahh!” Hindi na napigilan pa ni Klaire ang mapaungol sa sarap. "N-No… H-Hindi…”

Naghalo ang kanilang mga halinghing sa apat na sulok ng kwartong kung nasaan sila hanggang sa marating nila ang rurok ng kaligayahan.

Sa sandaling iyon, marahang hinagod ng lalaki ang pisngi ni Klaire at pinunasan ang kanyang mga luha.

“Don’t worry,” bulong ng lalaki sa kanyang tainga. “...I’ll take full responsibility of this.”

***

“HA!”

Bumukas ang mga mata ni Klaire nang maramdaman niya ang hirap sa paghinga. Mabilis siyang naupo at pinunasan ang pawisang noo.

“Ano ba ‘yung panaginip ko?” aniya sa sarili ngunit nang alisin niya ang kumot na nakabalot sa kanya ay agad siyang namutla.

Wala siyang katiting na suot!

“Nasaan ang mga damit ko—”

Bago pa man niya matapos ang sasabihin, nakita niya ang kanyang red na dress na nakakalat sa sahig. Pati ang kanyang bra’t panty ay nakakalat sa kabilang sulok ng kwarto.

Habang naguguluhan at abalang nakatitig sa kanyang mga damit, may narinig siyang malalim na ungol sa tabi niya.

“Hmmm…”

Nanigas si Klaire sa kinauupuan. Parang tambol ang kanyang puso. Alam niyang hindi siya mag-isa sa kwartong ‘yon!

Dahan-dahan niyang nilingon ito, at halos mapatalon siya nang makita ang isang estrangherong lalaking nakatalikod sa kanya. Tulad niya ay wala itong kasaplot-saplot!

‘Anong nangyari? Nakipag-sex ba ako sa kanya?!’

Namutla si Klaire sa naisip at sinubukang balikan ang mga nangyari kagabi.

Naalala niyang inimbitahan siya ng kapatid na si Kira sa isang bridal shower sa hotel bar dahil ikakasal na siya sa loob ng dalawang linggo. Nang una ay tumanggi siya dahil hindi naman siya sanay sa mga ganung lugar, ngunit pinilit siya ni Kira.

Sa hotel bar, unang beses siyang nakainom ng alak at sobrang nalasing. Pinilit niya ang kapatid na umuwi, ngunit hindi pumayag si Kira at nagpatuloy sa pagpa-party.

Para manumbalik ang kanyang wisyo, nagtungo siya sa restroom para maghilamos. Ngunit bago pa man siya makapasok, nawala na ang kanyang malay.

At ngayon, nasa hotel room siya kasama ang isang lalaking hindi niya kilala!

‘No… hindi ito pwedeng mangyari!’ sigaw ng kanyang puso, natatakot na may makakaalam sa nangyaring ito sa kanya.

Ikakasal siya sa loob ng dalawang linggo kay Miguel Bonifacio - ang kanyang first love at natatanging lalaking pinili ng kanyang Lola Georgia. Kung may makakaalam sa nangyari sa kuwartong ito, siguradong masasaktan si Miguel, magagalit ang kanyang ama, at makakansela ang kasal!

Hindi siya papayag na mangyari ang mga ito. Gustung-gusto niyang pakasalan si Miguel—ang kanyang kababata at lalaking minamahal!

Sa mga pag-iisip na iyon ay nakapagdesisyon si Klaire.

‘Kailangan kong makatakas dito!’

Mabilis na bumangon si Klaire at isinuot ang mga damit na nakakalat sa sahig. Ni hindi niya ininda ang hapdi sa maselang bahagi ng kanyang katawan kada galaw niya.

Pagkatapos magbihis, nagmadali siyang lumabas ng hotel at sumakay ng taxi pauwi. Nagdilim ang kanyang paningin sa dami ng gumugulong tanong sa kanyang isipan.

Paano nangyari ang bagay na ‘yon? Bakit wala siyang maalala pagkatapos niyang pumunta sa restroom?

At higit sa lahat... nasaan si Kira nang mangyari ito sa kanya? Nangako pa naman ito sa kanya na babantayan siya nito!

Patuloy ang pag-iyak ni Klaire habang nasa taxi, hindi pinapansin ang mga tanong ng driver na nag-aalala sa kanyang kalagayan. Nakatuon lang ang kanyang isip sa takot na harapin ang pamilya at ang kanyang fiance.

Nang maalala ni Klaire ang gwapong mukha ni Miguel, lalong humagulgol ang dalaga. Pakiramdam niya ay sinasakal siya ng kanyang kunsensya.

"Miguel... patawarin mo ako," bulong niya nang may panghihina.

Napakabait ni Miguel sa kanya, pero anong iginanti niya rito ay walang iba kundi ang pagtataksil!

Ilag sandali pa ay tumigil ang taxi sa harap ng kanilang gate. Lihim siyang dumaan sa likod ng kanilang mansion dahil ayaw niyang may makakita sa kanya at malaman na hindi siya umuwi buong gabi.

Ngunit sa pagbukas pa lang niya ng pinto, nakatindig na roon si Theodore Limson, ang kanyang ama.

"P-Papa?" pabulong niyang tawag dito. "Papa, akala ko po ay nasa opisina—”

*PAK*

Bago pa man siya makapagsalita, sinampal siya nang pagkalakas-lakas ng kanyang ama. Kitang-kita sa mga nagdidilim nitong mga mata at kunot na noo ang matinding galit at pagkabigo.

“Ang kapal ng mukha mong humarap sa akin matapos ang lahat ng nangyari!”

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Chapter 1: Badge Off
The parking garage under Parker Center smelled like motor oil and old rain. Nina Falcone stood under a single swinging bulb in heels she'd bought that afternoon, her red dress cut open in the back, clinging to the body the department had told her to weaponize. Long black hair fell past her shoulders. Full lips painted a red that matched the dress. Green eyes that could go cold as a blade or molten as honey depending on the job. Tonight they were molten, and she hated herself a little for how easily the mask slid on.Captain Briggs stepped out of the shadow of the concrete pillar, file folder under his arm, and looked her over the way a father looks at a daughter walking down the aisle toward the wrong man."You look the part," he said."That's the point, isn't it."He handed her the folder. "El Sombras. The Shadow. No photographs. No confirmed real name. Every street source we've turned has gone quiet or turned up dead. The only people who get close to him move in money circles we can
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Chapter 2: Suite 1400
The morning came the way it always does for people who don't want it to, bright and indifferent. Nina dressed in the bathroom mirror, applied her face like armor, and drove downtown with the radio off and her hands steady on the wheel.Suite 1400 smelled like old money and sandalwood cologne. The man who opened the door was sixty, soft around the middle, balding, a white undershirt visible beneath an open silk robe. He looked her up and down the way a man appraises a car he's already paid for."You're the new girl." Not a question."Nina.""Mr. Calloway. Come in." He didn't shake her hand. He didn't step aside politely. He gripped her arm above the elbow and pulled her through the door, and the grip was firm enough to leave a mark, and he didn't let go until he'd walked her to the center of the room and turned her around by the shoulders, inspecting her the way you'd inspect a piece of furniture delivered to your house."Turn around. Slowly." He stepped back and crossed his arms. "Sto
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Chapter 3: Good Girl
She didn't sleep well that night. She lay in her apartment in Silver Lake, the city humming outside the window, and stared at the ceiling and replayed Calloway's hands on her, the grip on her arm, the slap, the way he'd pressed her face into the mattress and used her like a thing. She told herself it was the job. She told herself that every cop did things they hated. She told herself the mission mattered more than her pride.She thought about Valeria, asleep in her dorm room at UCLA, probably with a textbook open on her chest and her phone on silent. Nina hadn't called her in two weeks. She used to call every Sunday. Now the calls were getting shorter, more spaced out, the lies getting easier and the guilt getting heavier. Valeria didn't know what her sister was doing. Nobody did. That was the point. But the distance between them was growing, and Nina could feel it like a thread stretching, and she was afraid of what would happen when it snapped.In the morning she showered until the
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Chapter 4: No Underwear
The days between Sloan and the next client moved slowly. Nina walked the city like a woman in a trance, running the names Tello and Rojas through her head, wondering who had killed Tello, wondering if it was Sombras protecting his network or Rojas dismantling it. She checked the locks on her door twice. She varied her route to the grocery store. She slept with a gun on the nightstand.Before every booking she built the client. It was the part of the job that still felt like police work, the part she could control. She pulled Asher Kane's public profile first, the easy layer, the magazine covers and the net-worth estimates and the ex-wives. Then she went deeper. Property records. Business filings. The boards he sat on and the charities he chaired. A map of the man's world, drawn from paper, before she ever walked into it.Three ex-wives. Two restraining orders, both expunged. The first wife had dropped the charges. The second had settled out of court with an NDA that smelled like blood
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Chapter 5: The Card
The month between Asher's booking and the party itself felt like the longest of Nina's life. She went through the motions of her cover, saw a client here and there, played the companion, collected nothing. She spent her off hours at the precinct, combing old files, looking for anything that might tell her who El Sombras really was. Nothing. The man was a ghost.She called Valeria on a Sunday, the way she used to. Her sister was mid-semester, stressed about a public health midterm, and talked for twenty minutes about a professor she hated and a boy in her study group who kept correcting her. Nina sat on her kitchen floor with the phone pressed to her ear and listened and almost cried, because this was the life she was supposed to be protecting, this ordinary, beautiful, boring life where the biggest problem was a pompous professor and a boy who wouldn't shut up."You okay?" Valeria asked. "You sound weird.""I'm fine. Just work stuff.""You ne
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Chapter 6: Next Time, Don't Look Away
She told herself she was calling the number because it was a lead. She told herself that every day for two days, while she held the card in her hand and thought about him and failed to get him out of her head. She told herself that right up until the moment she dialed.She waited two days to call. Two days of telling herself it was a case lead and not the way her skin had prickled when he watched her, not the heat that had pooled low in her belly, not the way she'd touched herself in the dark thinking about those dark steady eyes and failed to get them out of her head. When she finally dialed, a low voice answered on the second ring, accented, unhurried."I wondered if you'd be smart or stubborn." A pause, a hint of amusement. "Which are you?""Depends on who's asking."A laugh, quiet and warm, the kind that did things to the pit of her stomach. "Cruz. My name is Cruz.""Nina." She gave hers and meant it in a way that surprised her,
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Chapter 7: Against the Glass
A week passed before she saw him again, and in that week Nina lived two lives. By day she was the detective, checking in with Marsh, running the Sombras file, seeing a client here and there, collecting nothing. By night she was the woman who couldn't stop thinking about Cruz, about the way he'd looked at her, about the things he'd said, about the way he'd made her laugh. She told herself the second life was part of the first. She told herself that lie right up until she knocked on his door.But first, the cop had work to do.She met Marsh at the diner, same booth, same burnt coffee. She'd been thinking about the fragments she'd caught at the party, Rojas, territory, a meeting, and she laid them out for him."Someone at the party was talking about Rojas. A meeting. I couldn't get the context, but the tone wasn't friendly. If Sombras and Rojas are circling each other, that party was neutral ground. Men from both sides, in the same room, drinking the sam
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Chapter 8: Broken
She came back the next night. Couldn't stay away. Couldn't stop thinking about him, about the way he'd looked at her, about the way he'd felt inside her, about the sounds he'd pulled from her that she hadn't known she could make. She told herself it was the case. She knew it wasn't.But the cop wasn't entirely dead. Between visits to Cruz's bed, she did something she hadn't done since the party. She went back to the hills estate.Not inside. She couldn't get inside. But she parked on the canyon road above it, watched through binoculars, catalogued the cars coming and going, the security rotation, the delivery trucks. She was building a map of the place, the way she'd build a map of any target, because the cop was still in there, buried under the woman, and the cop knew that Cruz and the estate and the party and Sombras were all connected, and she needed to understand how.The estate was impressive in the daylight, all clean lines and glass and la
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Chapter 9: The Kitchen Counter
After that night, Nina stopped counting the days she spent at Cruz's and started counting the nights she spent at her own apartment, which grew fewer and fewer. She brought a toothbrush. Then a change of clothes. Then a drawer of his became hers, and neither of them said anything about it, and the domesticity of it undid her more than the sex.It became a rhythm. Days spent at his place or hers, nights tangled together, and somewhere in the middle of it the line between the job and her real life blurred until she couldn't find it anymore, couldn't remember where the mission ended and she began. After that first broken condom, they stopped pretending. He didn't reach for the nightstand anymore. She didn't ask him to. They wanted to feel each other, skin to skin, and the recklessness of it thrilled them both in a way neither would name.In the mornings he'd wake her with his mouth between her thighs. Lazy. Unhurried. He'd start at her neck, kissing down her body
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Chapter 10: Concrete
She should have left it alone. She didn't.It started with a phone call Cruz took in the other room, his voice low and hard in a way she'd never heard, Spanish flowing fast and sharp, words she caught pieces of, numbers, names, a tone that gave orders and expected them obeyed. When he came back his face was smooth again, but she'd seen the other man underneath, the one who moved in shadows, and she couldn't unsee it."Work call?" she asked, casual, pouring herself more coffee like she hadn't noticed the change in him."Something like that." He looked at her, and she saw him deciding what to say. "Nina. There are parts of my life I haven't told you about. Parts that aren't pretty.""I think I figured that out," she said. "I'm not asking you to tell me everything, Cruz. Just tell me you're not going to get me hurt."He looked at her a long time, and she watched something move behind his eyes, something hard and heavy. "I would never le
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