Vindictive Blood (Flor de Muertos, #3)

I had one job and one job only.
Bring down the most notorious drug lord known to man.
Dead or alive, that was it.
As I worked the case more and more, the lines started getting blurred. I made enemies where I wasn’t supposed to and friends in places that would get me killed.
Then I met her, at a bar in Manhattan of all places. She became the one thing in my life that was a constant, the one thing that made the dark hole I was in, as bright as could be. She was younger but that didn’t matter to either of us. I was starting to see a future with her. That is until I heard her cries of despair for her father.
That man I’m supposed to take down?
That man is the father of the woman I love.
A federal agent falling for a kingpin's daughter never ends well.