Viv:
His arms were a fortress, wrapped around me like steel and safety, warm in all the places where I used to be cold. My head rested on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat thumping against my cheek. The afternoon sun had crept through the thin curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, but it felt like the light was inside me for once, not just bleeding in from a place I didn’t belong.
Knox was serious.
He’d said the words with fire in his eyes and weight in his voice, and I knew better than to doubt a man like him. He was going to take that cartel money. Not for glory. Not for some petty revenge.
For us.
We were going to run with it. Start over. Build something real. I’d never even let myself imagine that kind of future before, because dreaming too big always led t
