Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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Everyone scrambled to track down La Cubana after she slipped out without a word. The urgency in the room was palpable as Lowrey dialed numbers, his frustration growing with each unanswered call. His voice was a mix of sharp commands and desperate pleas, each call more urgent than the last as he tried to locate her and his wife.
They even tracked her down by cameras around the city.
In each clip, showed her riding recklessly, weaving in and out of traffic, her bike a streak of black and red against the urban backdrop. Each clip captured a moment of her chaotic escape, the wind whipping through her hair as she pushed the bike to its limits.
It was clear she wasn't thinking about anything except getting where she needed to go. The world around her blurred into nothing but speed and focus. The more they watched, the more they felt like she was slipping out of their grasp.
She is just as I pictured her; admirable.
Lowrey is certain that she is with his wife, doing everything in her power to protect her. It's just who she is—fiercely loyal and relentless when it comes to the people she cares about, I know, I've seen it.
There's a part of him that's confident in her abilities, but there's also a part that's terrified, as well on Burnett's eyes.
Lowrey knows what she's capable of, but he also knows McGrath. He's seen what McGrath can do, how he operates.
I can't help but think back to when she and I fought four years ago; she was good, quick, and determined. She knew how to anticipate moves, how to use her surroundings to her advantage. Even then, I respected her, even though we were on opposite sides. There was a part of me that recognized her as more than just an enemy.
There was a line I wouldn't cross, no matter how intense things got.
But this—this is different.
The stakes are higher now, the danger is more real. McGrath doesn't care about lines, about boundaries. He's ruthless, driven by something darker, and he won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
We also watched as her family came under attack, but they weren't alone. Some guy named Reggie, who had clearly been prepared for this, stepped up to protect them. He moved with deadly efficiency, taking down every single intruder—fifteen in total. He was relentless, methodically eliminating each threat until the house was littered with the bodies of those who had underestimated him.
Lowrey stormed out of the building, his steps quick and forceful, the tension in his body radiating outward. His phone was pressed tightly to his ear, his jaw clenched in frustration, a mix of anger and urgency etched across his face. His partner, usually calm and composed, was right on his steps, their pace almost synchronized as they moved with a shared sense of purpose.
