Laura approached, trembling slightly. This was the third time she was close to a weapon: first on the night of the attack, second with Pedro and Helena's security, and now with Marco.
"Do you carry a weapon?"
"Always."
She had never noticed; he was good at hiding it.
"Do you have enemies?"
"I do, but none that seeks a direct confrontation. I carry a weapon because I'm used to it, and it might come in handy someday."
"Besides the man who attacked me, have you killed anyone else?"
"Sweetheart, do you really want to know?"
"Yes, I don't want you to deceive me."
"I have, but not the innocent or anyone who couldn't fight back. I don't go around acting like a vigilante; I know life isn't fair."
"What is it that you do?"
"Besides the ranch, smuggling heavy cargo. Don't ask me what it i
