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But our fairytale came to an end - with the cartel on my tail.
Months later we meet again.
My ruthless father just hired bodyguards to watch me like hawks.
In walks the head honcho. And my heart starts to race.
It's Zane!
Now I'm about to tell him three VERY important things...
1. I never got over our night of passion.
2. My father sold my hand in marriage to a deadly cartel leader.
3. I'm knocked up and Zane is the daddy.
A full-length standalone age-gap romance from the Silver Fox series. Each book can be read on its own. All books come with an oh so satisfying happily ever after. No cheating or cliffhanger!
Chapter 1
Willow
Today will end in either marriage or murder.
My preference is murder.
“It’s bad luck for a bride to cry on her wedding day, you know,” Claire, my cousin three times removed, says with a scowl as she dabs at my running mascara. She’s only making things worse. “You should count yourself lucky. Just think of it, a Christmastime wedding!”
It took the makeup artist almost two hours to get me ready, and an hour still of fighting with Claire as she shoved me into my dress. She scratched me one too many times with those acrylic claws for it to be an accident.
My cousin clicks her tongue for the sixth time in two minutes before sighing in resignation. “This is your duty, Willow. Suck it up.”
I grind my teeth so hard my molars squeak. “You’re not the one being married off to that son of a—”
“Quiet!” she hisses, throwing a frantic look over her shoulder.
One of Esteban’s men stands in the doorway, deliberately putting his hands on his hips so the front of his suit jacket pulls back to reveal the cold, hard metal of the gun in his shoulder holster.He says nothing. He doesn’t have to.
I know besmirching my fiancé’s ‘good’ name is a punishable offense. Maybe that’s why I’m so adamant about pushing him. If I’m lucky, he might put me out of my misery.
“Don’t give me that look,” I grumble at him.
“The ceremony is in twenty minutes,” the guard states flatly, coldly.
I’m convinced the men who follow Esteban’s every word aren’t human. They’re not even dogs, because at least dogs can feel. No, my future husband and head of the Becerra Cartel only hires robots. They comply with his orders without hesitation. They break, they threaten…
They kill.
Claire shoos him away. “She’ll be ready by then. Hurry and pull the car around.”
The guard nods once. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And trip down the stairs while you’re at it!” I shout after him.
My cousin smacks my shoulder. “What’s wrong with you? Do you really want a bullet between your eyes?”
“Yes,” I lie.
