There he was, Detective Salvador Cortes. He stood in the way of the path towards the only bathroom in this small apartment. Water droplets skimmed down his bare chest as they made their way towards the towel that hung lowly on his hips, barely covering his v-line. "I seem to have left my clothes in the room." His accent met my ears as he ran a hand through his wet hair. I motioned with my hands for him to walk past but he stood there looking me over with his hazel eyes. I knew I was drunk last night but the way he was looking at me made me clench my jaw, what did I say to him? "You aren't a virgin." I couldn't help but glare, was that really what I said to him? I watched as his eyes darkened, like some sort of hunger washed over him, he took a step towards me and said "Neither am I," before I could comment, his lips were against mine.
Rafaela 'Rafa' Marquez is the younger sister to the biggest cartel leader in the game. He's wanted by both the law enforcement and rival cartels. What happens when head detective Salvador Cortés decides to get close in hopes of taking down the biggest cartel in history?
Keep in mind, trust is not given, it is earned. In this business, liars and snitches end up dead.