Ours wasnt some whirlwind romance.
It was a f*cking hurricane.
Now Im standing here in the wreckage wondering how long its going to take me to rebuild.
If I could go back in time, knowing what I do now, would I still have saved an innocent strangers baby from a fate worse than death?
Id never have ended up in the arms of a devastating handsome Colombian crime lord with throat tattoos.
Would it be worth it, to know my sisters would have been safe?
Abso-darn-lutely.
Id do anything for them.
Thats why Im running. Again.
Because Im strong. And untamable. And impatient.
The newly minted bride of Caesar El Savaje Domingo waits for no man.
Im finding my sisters, if I have to gouge out every eyeball and castrate every cartel dick from here to Colombia to do so.
