LOGINMiaWe couldn’t have asked for more beautiful weather to have our home opened and on display. With extra outdoor tables, our guests milled both inside and outside. Viviana had the serving staff ready and accessible with trays of champagne, wine, and sparkling water. There was a bar set up on the poo
Second Saturday in SeptemberMiaStanding on a chair, I secured the welcome sign above the table with a pink-icing cake decorated with ‘Welcome, Ariadna Gia’ scrolled in white frosting. While this gathering was to be our housewarming party, it would also be Ariadna’s first visit to the West Coast. S
MiaDante held me as I walked by his side, up the metal stairs in the hideout. Rei was leading the way. All I’d been told was that the mole was found, and my husband had been stabbed.Again.Without my brother’s strength, I’d still be lying on the floor of Nicolas’s house, in the same spot I fell wh
“That’s a lie,” Gerardo screamed.I held him down, my knife still at his throat.Andrés and Nicolas looked at their sons.“It’s the truth, Padre,” Em said. “I wouldn’t lie to you. You know that.”Andrés and Nicolas cursed under their breath. Andrés turned to me. “Patrόn? Does he know?”“Sí.”Gerardo
At his side, Ángel flinched, ready to attack me. Hatred shone like beacons in his eyes.Gerardo laid his hand on Ángel’s shoulder and retook his seat.I resumed my position, standing near the end of the table. “Today’s attack was different. The soldiers didn’t know our plan.”“The fucking famiglia d
AléjandroGerardo was the least happy about my emergency meeting. In his defense, he had the farthest to travel, I hadn’t given him the option of declining, and taking orders from me was not his strong suit. After what we’d learned over the last few days, his presence was mandatory. This meeting had
MiaAléjandro ran his hand over my hair. “Yes. You. I fucking hoped I was wrong. If I couldn’t be with you today at your fucking side, I chose the one person who I could trust and who wouldn’t give away the cartel’s connection.”I remembered that when we’d originally come up with the plan, I’d offer
It didn’t take me long to figure out who had her attention. I wanted to jab Dante in the stomach and make a wisecrack about him breaking children’s hearts. Camila wasn’t exactly a child. I think she was near twenty, still a decade younger than my brother.“Come in,” Mireya opened the door. “Mi madre
I nodded. “I know the plan.”Strain showed in the tightening of his facial muscles. “I fucking hate not being with you.”“I won’t let anything happen to her,” Dante reassured.With Giovanni in the driver’s seat, Dante and I scooted into the back seat. I knew my role. I was prepared. I’d even crafted
MiaDante nonchalantly opened his suit coat. He removed his gun from the holster.My mouth grew instantly dry as my heart rate accelerated. “No. There’s no danger.” My volume rose. “No one knows about this transaction.” Fidgeting, I twisted my wedding rings. My hands trembled and my knee bounced, wa







