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CE Bound: Hearts on the Line\nChapter 1: The Raid\nAgent Riley Kane adjusted her tactical vest, heart pounding under the border patrol floodlights. El Paso, Texas—hotbed of crossings. President Trump’s reelection had supercharged ICE operations: mass deportations, zero tolerance. Riley led the raid on a suspected smuggling house, her team breaching doors with practiced fury.\nInside, chaos. Families scattered, papers flying. Then she saw him: Marco Reyes, kneeling with hands up, dark eyes defiant. Chiseled jaw, inked arms straining against a faded t-shirt. Undocumented, per intel—five years in the shadows, working construction. “On your feet,” she barked, cuffing him.\nHis gaze locked on hers, unyielding. “You’re destroying lives for a badge.” Heat flushed her cheeks—not anger. Something electric.\nAt processing, his file revealed more: artist, single dad to a U.S.-born kid. Riley hesitated, signing the deportation order. Duty first. Always.\nChapter 2: Midnight Interrogation\nMarco sat in the holding cell, staring at the concrete. Deportation loomed—back to cartel-riddled Mexico, abandoning his son. Footsteps echoed. Agent Kane again, coffee in hand.\n“Can’t sleep?” she asked, sliding the cup through the slot.\nHe smirked. “Dreaming of freedom. You?”\nShe leaned against the bars, uniform hugging her curves. “Nightmares about paperwork.” Conversation flowed—his murals in hidden alleys, her rise from Texas ranch kid to ICE elite. Laughter slipped out, forbidden.\nTheir hands brushed. Sparks. “This is wrong,” she whispered.\n“Then why does it feel right?” Marco’s voice dropped low, pulling her closer to the bars