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You never know when you're going to die, and in my line of work, I cannot afford to think about that. I can't, for one second, let my guard down.

Being a female doesn't help much either.

I have come too far, and earned too much respect in this business to show weakness.

Edward is my only vice.

With my Glock pointed at his head, I am certain of three things.

The first being, he is an undercover DEA agent. Second, I was going to have to kill him and third, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

He has to know this is it.

Looking into his eyes, I see no fear reflecting back at me. He isn't afraid to die; he definitely isn't afraid of me. This realization pisses me off. He has seen the things I have done and the pain I am capable of inflicting. Yet, the only thing reflecting back at me as we stare at one another is love.

My hand is shaking which also pisses me off. It just isn't like me to exhibit physical signs of apprehension. I steady my hand as I calmly speak.

"You've always been DEA, Edward, and I will always be Norte de Valle. They're a part of who we are. My question is, did you really think I would let you live after I found out who you are?"

He didn't waver. Looking me in the eye, he spoke. "No, Bella. I always knew you would kill me if you found out, and if the last thing I say to you is I love you, then for me, this was all worth it."

My hand starts to shake again. I have to kill the only man I have ever been in love with. The thought is unbearable, but I am only delaying the inevitable. I have to pull the trigger. I have to protect what I have built.

I have to protect my people.

"You shouldn't have fallen in love with a monster, Edward. You should have left when you saw how dangerous I am. You should have gone back to your superiors with the information you had and brought me down all those months ago. You shouldn't have to die at the hands of a woman who loves you."

His eyes flicker with surprise, but hold steady.

I level my gun right between his eyes as tears roll down my face, but make no move to wipe them. I can't remember a time in my life when I have cried, but this knowledge is not giving me pause. If I hesitate, I might let him go and everything will crumble down around me.

Sometimes love does not conquer all; especially in my line of work.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

I cry out, as my finger trembles over the trigger. I close my eyes.

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