I don’t babysit politician’s daughters.
Now I’m dragging one through cartel-infested jungle with every bad guy in Mexico on our trail.

Blythe was supposed to slow me down.
Instead, she keeps up.

She adapts fast, asks the right questions, and doesn’t freeze when things turn ugly. When I hand her a gun, she doesn’t hesitate. When plans fall apart, she helps rebuild them on the fly.

I’m ex-military, trained to keep distance and control the situation.
But her presence rewires everything.

Every brush of her skin is heat and risk tangled together.
Every glance at her mouth threatens my focus.

She isn’t just the job anymore.
She’s my partner — and the one thing I can’t afford to lose.

Caravans of coke.
Drug labs buried deep in the jungle.

Men hunting us for ransom.
Every step forward is a gamble.
Every pause could get us killed.

If I get her out alive, it won’t be because I protected her.
It’ll be because we survived together.