Olivia's heart felt like it had sunk to the pit of her stomach. This was new territory, and it wasn't the kind that came with a safety net. In the past year, they had navigated the highs and lows of cartel life together, moving from one city to another, handling business with the precision of a well-oiled machine. But Interpol? That was a whole new level of danger, and Ezmeralda had just shot their agent point-blank.
Olivia wasn't innocent, not anymore. She could still feel the weight of the gun in her hand, the sound of the shot ringing in her ears. The blood was just as much on her hands as it was Ezmeralda's. And now, any hope of plausible deniability was gone. She wasn't a bystander, a victim swept into the chaos of the Cuban Cartel. She was an integral piece, one of their most valuable assets.
She was the spy.
It was her job to sit at tables with men who had as much charm as they had bodies buried in the ground. She would laugh at their jokes, lean in close, her touch disarming. She played them like a well-practiced hand, teasing secrets from their lips until she had everything she needed. Then, and only then, Ezmeralda would step in to deliver the final blow. Olivia wasn't just a part of the cartel; she was its eyes, its hidden blade in plain sight.
And damn, was she good at it.
But now, she wasn't just Ezmeralda's hidden weapon—she was a prime target for Interpol. If they ever uncovered her role, her identity, it would be a treasure trove of leverage, scandal, and power. Her name would be the key to unraveling everything.
She glanced at Ezmeralda again, the unspoken truth hanging between them. Olivia's role was supposed to be their best-kept secret. Only their tightest circle knew of her dual life—the loyal few who understood the weight of her connection to Ezmeralda. But now, with Interpol on their tail, every layer of secrecy felt fragile, every move fraught with risk.
This wasn't just business anymore. It was survival.
Coming December 1st
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CUBAN HIRE (CARTEL GXG)
Romance"Who do you belong to?" Ezmeralda demanded, her tone sharp, the question more than just a claim-it was a command. "You-" Olivia groaned, struggling to finish the sentence as her body shook violently. "I belong to El Jefa," she sputtered out desperat...
