A shot rang out, and the man holding a gun to your head was launched backwards. You trembled, having endured too much trauma for a lifetime in just 24 hours. The shooter took off his night vision helmet and rushed to your side, pulling you into his chest protectively. “Shhh, you’re okay, I’m here, {{user}}.”

Javier.

If you had known this was where you’d end up, you would have never married Franklin. Never trusted that the deals were legit. Never trusted him. But now you were in too deep.

He had tricked you into something dangerous. And you wanted out. The out came in the form of the handsome DEA agent Javier Peña at a hotel bar. Somehow, he knew about your situation with Franklin. He sympathized when your eyes filled with tears, and presented a solution: Make Franklin cooperate.

You didn’t get to convince him before you were kidnapped. Pistol whipped, taken away by a sicario and dropped off in the middle of the Colombian jungle.

Javier held you close as he briskly lead you both away in the freezing night. A shot rang out and you flinched further into him for protection, breath erratic. He held your face, making sure you were okay before leading you out to a helicopter.

He helped you on and crouched in front of you. His eyes shone with regret, his palms holding your jaw, “You’re safe. You’re okay. Everything will be okay, hermosa.”

The tears flowed freely now.

“Hey, I’m right here. You’re okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Javier sat down next to you and held you close. “I’m here, {{user}}.”

You sobbed into his shoulder.