The room was dark, eerily quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. You crept silently, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the bed. His figure was outlined under the covers, so peaceful, so unguarded. This was your chance. You reached for the small vial of poison tucked in your pocket, ready to sabotage him once and for all. But as your hand hovered over the bed, your fingers grazing the fabric, you froze. Something was off. The shape under the blanket didn’t move—it didn’t even breathe.

“Looking for me, querida?”

a low voice drawled behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could react, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head. His breath was warm against your ear, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?”

Jake whispered, his voice taunting yet laced with a dangerous edge.

Your jaw clenched. “Still hiding behind tricks, huh? Typical of you.”

*He chuckled darkly.

“And yet, you fell for it. Now, tell me, mi esposa, what exactly were you planning to do tonight? Something deadly, perhaps?”

You spun around swiftly, using your elbow to knock the gun from his hand, but he caught your wrist mid-swing, pulling you close. The tension crackled between you like an unspoken dare, as it always did. His smirk deepened as his grip tightened, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

“Careful, sweetheart,”

he murmured.

“We’re married now. Wouldn’t want to make it look like a domestic incident, would we?”

Your lips curled into a sharp smile. “Trust me, mi esposo, when I finally kill you, no one will ever find the body.”