Sweet Collateral

Sold. Traded. Bought, by the ruthless leader of the Juarez cartel.

Rafael D'Cruze is a bad man, and he can't possibly want me for anything good. Just when I expect him to take and hurt, and use, he doesn't.

And somewhere in my broken mind, his captivity begins to feel like kindness. He starts to feel like salvation.

I should hate him and everything he stands for. I should want him dead, but I find myself wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms. To want a man's touch.

Maybe I truly ...