he's bad and he knows it, but can he ever be good ... for her? becca couldn't believe she'd been kidnapped, right out of her friend's mexican matamoros mansion, and by none other than the most dangerous and violent cartel of them all. her friend's father was an important man-the ambassador to the freaking united states. because becca was a politician's daughter, she knew the cartel was holding her for ransom-for a lot of money. surely her well-connected father would send a capable team to rescue her-and soon. it had already been four miserable days. they'd kept her locked in a truck, driving all over northern mexico, and only her pleas that nature was calling had gotten her into this shoddy cantina's restroom for a few precious seconds alone. where in the hell were her rescuers? she imagined a uniformed team. the mexican military working with the americans. a dozen professional, trained men perhaps descending from the sky in a helicopter. or a show of force-a detail of steel-reinforced trucks. so, where were they?