Sienna’s POVThe jet wheels screeched against the tarmac as we touched down, the engine’s roar fading into the warm, humid air of Mexico. I pressed my forehead against the cold window for a second, heart still hammering from the flight. The sun had just started to climb over the horizon, painting the sky in golds and pinks, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had paused just for us.The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the jet steps lowered. Luther was already out, sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, that damn leather jacket hanging off him like he owned the entire country. He glanced back at me, one eyebrow raised.“You coming, baby?” His voice was smooth, teasing, commanding all at once.I huffed, dragging my carry-on behind me. “Do you know how early it is?”“Early enough,” he said, smirking. “Trust me. You’re going to thank me.”The black SUV waited at the edge of the runway, engine idling, sleek and intimidating as ever. Two of his enforcers stood by, hands c
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