Stolen by the Cartel King
By N. Petrov
The second I opened those encrypted ledgers, I knew I was dead. Then Gabriel Ramirez—the cartel underboss sent to kill me—looked into my eyes and decided to keep me instead. Now I'm locked in his penthouse, watched 24/7, fighting the way my body betrays me every time his hands touch my skin. He says I'm collateral. His eyes say I'm his. But in his world, wanting me might cost him everything... and I'm not sure I want him to choose me.
Chapters
The glow of my laptop screen was the only light in the apartment, casting weird shadows across the takeout containers and the stack of vintage calculators I'd rearranged for the third time that evenin...
Read more →Sunlight poured through the floortoceiling windows and hit me square in the face. I blinked hard, my mouth dry as yesterday's audit files, and realized the zipties were still tight around my wrists. T...
Read more →The hallway felt narrower than it had this morning, like the walls had decided to pick sides in whatever war was brewing between us. I trailed after Gabriel, my bare feet silent on the cool tile, the...
Read more →The penthouse felt colder without him in it. I sat on the oversized leather couch, knees drawn to my chest, the burner phone a heavy weight in my palm like a grenade with the pin halfpulled. My lips s...
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