Jacob
The moment those six words slipped from her mouth, my entire body went cold. “I’m running away from my husband.”
That’s when I knew. Someone would die for this.
The second Kevin sent me her file, I saw red. Her name wasn’t Valentina Bedoya; it was Ximena Rivera. The wife of an FBI special agent. It didn’t take a genius to know she was in danger. But why was she running? And why the hell was she here, in my world?
I wanted to know everything—every reason she had for fleeing her life, her marriage. But the way she looked at me when she spoke… it was as if she was bracing for impact. She wasn’t just running; she was broken.
I could push her for answers, but not like this. Not when every ounce of her screamed vulnerability. Either she was a damn good actress, or she was terrified
