My Coyote, My Vendetta

The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut.

He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo’s cartel.

He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him.

I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him.

But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised.

He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I’d risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo’s enforcer.