The Cartel Heir's Reluctant Bride

The heir to the Fuentes family walked into my tack shop, bought a saddle, and came back two days later to tell me we were getting married. I said no. He didn't argue. He just parked a truck full of men across the street and waited. So I married him. Twelve minutes, under a bluff, in front of everybody who runs this valley. At the house I got my own wing. Rules. A husband who never came to my door. A family that watched me like I was a knife on the table. What he showed me after — the plan he'd never trusted anyone with, the horses, the land, the ledger he wants to run clean — is the part nobody warned me about. Then his own cousin opened fire in our barn. I shot a man in the aisle. I stood in front of my husband with an empty magazine and a steady hand. They will not make me cry in this house. They will move out of my way.