Maddox's POV
"We need to talk," I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Privately."
She didn't argue and followed me to the basement gym. I locked the door behind us-not to trap her, but to guarantee we wouldn't be overheard.
"The cartel knows about you," I said bluntly. "They know about our connection, which makes you a target."
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