Luna sat in the back of the car exactly an hour later, feeling like Tyler King had bulldozed her. Everything had happened too quickly.
Tyler had come back into the room with a gigantic man dressed in all black, who he'd introduced as the head of Ana’s security. Who was Tyler to pull something like this that fast? Why did he have bodyguards on call? His earlier statement about needing to keep her safe went around in her head until it dawned on her that she'd dropped herself into some deeper s**t than merely Carlos Iglesias.
When she imagined someone in the Mafia or other criminal organisations, they looked just like Tyler. An air of authority around them and expensive suits that were a world beyond Carlos' cheesy suit, hairstyle, and gold chains.
Though Carlos had turned their lives upsi
