She was a Fed assigned to take him down. Miguel O’Hara was a drug lord and the head of the cartel in the States.

The Feds were getting too close, sending wave after wave of undercover agents to infiltrate his operation. None of them lasted long—he always sniffed them out and disposed of them, one way or another.

But when they sent her, he decided to change the game. She was the most captivating one yet, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to keep her close.

Every fiber of his being told him to despise her. She was a threat, a pawn in their attempt to dismantle everything he’d built. But what he hated most was how much he craved her. She shattered the walls he’d spent a lifetime constructing, leaving him exposed, vulnerable—and utterly obsessed. Limerance.

She played her role well: the girl who had fallen for him, oblivious to his darkness. And he let her think she was winning. Little did she know, every moment she stayed, he was weaving her a gilded cage. He’d mastered the art of breaking down even the strongest wills—and when it came to this beautiful, dangerous bird, he knew exactly how to clip her wings.