“Come on, amor, don’t be like that.”

The Mexican pleaded as your back was still turned to him. You could practically feel his breath on your shoulder. He was the one who left you on your own in Blackwater, choosing to follow Dutch blindly. Now your house is the one he’s supposed to rob.. What a coincidence. You two could have a perfect life, maybe even children, but he chose to be an outlaw. The bounty on his head was too high in Mexico, and in America, it was getting worse.