My Coyote, My Vendetta

My Coyote, My Vendetta

Puffin

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The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut. He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo's cartel. He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him. I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him. But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised. He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I'd risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo's enforcer. Then, with a chillingly calm voice, he pointed at me and said, "And here's a bonus for El Martillo. She's a top-tier artist. Now let me go." The world tilted. My partner, the man I thought I loved, had sold me out. Before I could process the betrayal, his fist connected with my face, a brutal blow that knocked me to the ground. El Martillo's men closed in, ready for a "welcome party" that meant my agonizing end. As their boots slammed into me, I saw a familiar tattoo on one of their necks-a coyote. My coyote. A design only one other person should know in such detail. Hope, sharp and desperate, cut through the pain. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning of my real mission.

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The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut.

He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo's cartel.

He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him.

I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him.

But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised.

He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I'd risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo's enforcer.

Then, with a chillingly calm voice, he pointed at me and said, "And here's a bonus for El Martillo.

She's a top-tier artist.

Now let me go."

The world tilted.

My partner, the man I thought I loved, had sold me out.

Before I could process the betrayal, his fist connected with my face, a brutal blow that knocked me to the ground.

El Martillo's men closed in, ready for a "welcome party" that meant my agonizing end.

As their boots slammed into me, I saw a familiar tattoo on one of their necks-a coyote.

My coyote.

A design only one other person should know in such detail.

Hope, sharp and desperate, cut through the pain.

This wasn't the end.

This was the beginning of my real mission.

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