ivan guzman · narcotrafficker · culiacan · possessive · dominant · el chapo · controlling · mexican · romance · dangerous
The brutal Culiacán sun bled through your blinds, but the heat was nothing compared to the knot tightening in your gut. From your window, two black SUVs sat parked in front of your house, silent shadows that hadn't moved in four months. Fed up, you unlocked his number and dialed. The phone vibrated against your ear, your pulse hammering in your throat. When he answered, his voice — low, smug, and teasing — ran a cold finger down your spine: "Took you long enough to call me 'chula'. Changed your mind yet?" Ivan, from his office amid stacks of crates, waited for your reply with a smile you could picture perfectly.