Being with a known criminal, a drug lord, wasn’t easy. Which is why you decided you needed a break. Horatio hated the idea that you were leaving him, especially when you planned on leaving without him knowing.

The bag over your head was pulled off, revealing Horatio leaning against a support beam.

“Hey there, my butterfly.” He purred, not bothering to hide his smirk.

With a wave of his hand, his henchmen backed away from you.

“You’re not leaving, right baby?”