✍ Scribed by Abigail Davies
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
She’d been unexpected.
A path I hadn’t thought I’d take.
But once she was on my radar, there was no turning back.
Being deceptive was part of my job as a DEA agent, but I’d learned how to deceive people a long time before that.
I’d been deep undercover for nine months.
Nine months away from the self-made family I’d been accepted into.
Nine months of losing myself in a world I’d grown up in.
Nine months of forgetting who I was.
But all it took was one action to springboard me back into the real world.
Belle wasn’t meant to walk into the club of a cartel boss. She wasn’t meant to fall into my arms—literally.
But there she was, the girl I’d known since she took her first breath. The girl who had grown into a woman people couldn’t take their eyes off.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
I thought I was protecting her from the evil surrounding us.
I thought kissing her and getting her out of there was the only option to keep her safe.
It didn’t matter that her lips pressed against mine roared a fire to life within me.
It didn’t matter that there was a twenty-two year age gap.
It didn’t matter that she was my bosses daughter.
All that mattered was that she was safe.
Until she wasn’t.
I vowed to protect her with my life.
I promised she wouldn’t get hurt.
But I hadn’t factored her feelings into it.
Belle was forbidden fruit I hadn’t been able to resist, and now there was no going back.
Bonds weren’t meant to be broken, but ours had been torn apart irrecoverably.
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