Three weeks, twenty-one days, or five hundred and four hours& Thats all it took to derail my life and twist it into something unrecognizable. One moment I had Evan, the man I thought Id marry. The next moment shattered the illusion. Now I have no one. Except him. Ryker Vargas, and I dont really have him. Hed never belong to any one but himself. He sucked me into a web of lies and now its too late. I took the bait. Im a prisoner of the Vargas Cartel. I never thought Id be another statistic, another girl abducted in a foreign country, my entire future washed away by an impulsive, split second in time. But its true. My name is Hattie Covington and Im a statistic, but statistics never tell the whole story.