Ride or Loyalty

Miami Harbor, night. The air smelled of salt, gasoline, and tension. Crates of gold and Pcash lay scattered across the dock, men muttering, hands shaking with greed. Among them, perched on a sleek black motorcycle, a woman with hazel eyes and curves that defied expectation watched it all with faint boredom. Leather corset, ripped jeans, heels, and a cropped hoodie-she didn't rush for the money, didn't flinch at the chaos. She wanted more than gold. She wanted power. She wanted control.

Then he arrived. Dark, lethal, eyes sharp enough to cut through any lie. Armando. In a single motion, he ended Terry Taglin's reign, commanding loyalty with a glance, a blade, and a bullet. And in that instant, their worlds collided-stranger to stranger, life to life, danger to desire.