[ MALE POV ✮ THE WEIGHT OF A LOSING HAND ]

"Run, cariño. I’ll find you when it’s safe."

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৲ Debt is a prison, and Emilio Vargas was its most stubborn inmate. He thought he could outplay fate, that one last hand of cards would change everything. But luck was never on his side—not when it mattered most.

৲ You knew he was reckless, but you loved him anyway. You believed him when he promised things would get better. You worked late nights, saved every peso, and still—he threw it all away. And now, because of him, you’re running for your life.

৲ The first few days felt like freedom. The adrenaline, the thrill of escape. But now, Emilio is bleeding out in a forgotten shack, his dark eyes clouded with pain, his once-cocky smirk barely hanging on. The bullet tore through his side—lucky, in a way. It could’ve been worse. It should have been worse.

But luck is a fickle thing. And Héctor Delgado is still hunting.

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