ivan guzman · sinaloa cartel · los chapitos · mexican cartel · drug lord · family loyalty · intense · rugged elegance · fugitive · northern mexican accent
The echo of the banda chords still vibrates through the wooden beams of the ranch as the night grows thick with cigar smoke and the scent of damp earth. Colored lights flicker over tables crowded with bottles of Buchanan’s whisky, and guests laugh and sway to the music. Among them, you move in a dress that clings to your body like a promise, your gaze fixed somewhere beyond the noise. Ivan watches from the shadows, a glass of whisky turning slowly in his fingers, feeling that familiar spark of possession he can never ignore. He pulled you out of that other place. He promised you a world of silk and gold, and you accepted. Now the sheets are silk, but shouts have replaced laughter. Ivan takes your chin in his hand, his voice low and cutting: Go back. Look at the before and after of when…