Gunpoint
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Last published Thu, May 1, 2014
"There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined." When there is a gun pointed to your head, you have two options: Make a run for it or oblige by the criminal's rules. Sometimes we try and run, but our legs won't move. Panic sets in, and now you have no choice but to do what the criminal says. This is what happens with Spencer Hale. Trapped at a bank, there aren't many places for her to go with a criminal holding her hostage. When the sound of police sirens fill her ears she thinks she will be saved. Really this criminal has a different plan for her and decides to take her with him because she already knows to much. Sometimes less is more in terms of knowing things, and Spencer might just know too much.
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His Dark Claim
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In the Arms of Danger
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EX-
What she feared most happened on her wedding day. He had warned her. A part of her told her it was just a joke, while the other knew he meant it. Somehow, she felt she was the problem. Like she allowed it. Part of her didn't let him go after all. He knows too much, and she knows him too well. When he shot her husband-to-be on their wedding day and kidnapped her, why did she not panic? Why is she just following his command? Why is she not trying to escape? Do I still love him? He is a killer! He is insane! Escape! Escape now! But he will never harm me? He has harmed you enough; why don't you see this? There is nothing left in him; can't you see that? What do you want me to do?! Kill him.
[Translations of any kind are not accepted.] He wasn't supposed to survive. Men like Armando Aretas didn't get second chances-they got headlines, manhunts, and body bags. But he lived. He burned through betrayal, bullets, and blood with the kind of silence that made people uncomfortable, the kind that whispered of unfinished business. Behind bars, they called him a ghost. A myth in shackles. And then she walked in. Bianca Ruíz. Sharp suit, sharper tongue, and no patience for myths. She was the kind of woman who didn't flinch at the sins of others. She read case files the way some people read scripture, dissecting every word like it owed her answers. She wasn't afraid of men like him. And that's why he chose to stick around. What started as a legal obligation became something else-too slow to name, too tense to ignore. A dance behind glass and guarded words. This isn't a love story. It's a story about power, about the gravity between two people who should've never crossed paths. It's about what happens when loyalty collides with instinct, when survival meets curiosity, when two damaged souls stop pretending they're just doing their jobs.
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