LOGINAvery's POVI stood at my apartment window watching Mateo's car disappear into Mexico City traffic. The black SUV blended into the chaos of honking horns and street vendors and people rushing to wherever people rushed to in this city that never seemed to sleep. My hand rested on my belly where the baby was doing somersaults. Eight months and counting. Every day felt like borrowed time.He had dropped me off and wanted to take me out on the weekend. Dinner, he said. Somewhere nice. His treat. The way he said it made it sound casual, friendly, but there was something underneath that I couldn't quite name. An intensity in his eyes when he looked at me that made my stomach flip in ways that had nothing to do with pregnancy.It had been months since the incident that brought me down here. Months since I fled the States with my tail between my legs, pregnant with my ex fiancee's father's baby, running from a scandal that would have destroyed what little remained of my reputation. Months of
Third person's POV Jackson's head snapped up, his eyes sharp despite the exhaustion pulling at his features. "She's okay? The baby?""She's safe. For now. But there's a complication." Liam's voice was careful, measured, like he was walking through a minefield."Which complications are you talking about, Liam? I thought you just said that she is safe too." Jackson's hands gripped the edge of the table hard enough to make his knuckles white.Liam leaned back a bit, studying Jackson's face in the morning light filtering through the curtains. "Yes, I said that. But if I may ask you a question. After everything she has made you go through. Stealing the birthright and everything she has made you go through. Why do you still really want her alive?"The question hung in the air like smoke. Janet looked up from her laptop, interest flickering across her tired face."Is that question really necessary right now?" Jackson asked, his voice tight.Janet set her pen down deliberately. "I think it i
Third person's POV They clinked mugs and got back to work.A message notification lit up Eve's phone screen, the blue glow cutting through the dim basement workspace. She picked it up, unlocking it with her thumb while her other hand continued typing commands into the database interface.Liam: Hey, Miss Eve, any update about Jackson? I guess blood is thicker than water after all. I mean, Jackson has hardly been sleeping ever since he heard that Avery might be in danger.Eve stared at the message for a long moment. She could picture it, Liam trying to hold everything together while Jackson spiraled with worry about his sister. The sister who was eight months pregnant and alone in Mexico City. The sister who had no idea that international task forces were mobilizing around her, that her new friend Mateo was one of the most dangerous criminals in the western hemisphere, that her life was hanging by a thread."And, Kingsley?" Eve called out, still staring at her phone.Chen looked up fro
Third person's POV NightThe plane touched down at Benito Juárez International Airport with a jolt that made Eve Dove's laptop bag slide off her lap. She caught it before it hit the floor, her reflexes sharp despite the exhaustion weighing down every muscle in her body. The flight from the States had been brutal—delays, turbulence, and a screaming baby three rows back that had made sleep impossible.The devastated fucking situation was written all over her face as she deplaned. Dark circles under her eyes. Hair pulled back in a messy bun that had started nearly twelve hours ago. Her shirt wrinkled from being pressed against an airplane seat for too long. This was different from her usual composed, professional appearance. This was a woman running on coffee and determination and very little else.She'd come to Mexico City to meet with international police officers, to coordinate with their commissioner, to help stop the drug rings and money laundering operations that connected back to
Two Days LaterThe Hospital General de México smelled like antiseptic and the particular anxiety that came with waiting rooms full of people hoping for good news. Avery Maddox shifted in the plastic chair, her hand resting on her belly where the baby had been kicking up a storm all morning. Eight months pregnant and every part of her body ached in ways she hadn't known were possible.The antenatal clinic was busy today. Women in various stages of pregnancy sat around her, some with partners holding their hands, others alone like Avery. A television mounted in the corner played a telenovela nobody was really watching. The volume was low enough that it was just colorful noise, a distraction from the waiting."Avery Maddox?" A nurse appeared in the doorway, clipboard in hand, her scrubs decorated with cartoon storks.Avery pushed herself up from the chair with effort, one hand braced against the armrest. Her back protested immediately, that constant low ache that had become her companion
Third person's POV Officer Eve Dove sat in the waiting room, her laptop bag resting against her leg, watching corrections officers move through their routines with the kind of bored efficiency that came from years of seeing the same walls, the same faces, the same cycles of human failure playing out on repeat.She'd driven three hours to get here, leaving before dawn while the city was still dark and quiet. Mackenzie had made the call personally, pulling strings to get her this meeting on short notice. Astor Sinclair didn't take visitors anymore. Hadn't since his son Liam had walked out of the last visitation six weeks ago and never looked back.But Dove had leverage now. Richard Maddox's confession had opened doors that had been sealed shut. And she needed answers from the man who had built West Ark, who had orchestrated murders and money laundering on a scale that made her head spin, who was now sitting in a cage waiting to die.The door buzzed and clicked open. A corrections offic







