His name brings fire to my belly and piercing pain to my chest. He stole something from me I never knew I wanted. He tried to take me away from Drago by ending my life. I was supposed to be a message; payback for not accepting an offer—a partnership. And although I may be alive, Diaz might have succeeded in ripping Drago from me.
For now, I have to put that behind me and focus on finding the little angel that needs rescuing from the deadliest drug lord Southern California has ever seen.
I never imagined there was anything that would make me cross that thin blue line. But despair and hate and sorrow can blur ones vision so much that the line doesn’t exist anymore. I didn’t ask for this war, but I do plan on ending it—ending him.
An eye for an eye.