javier escuella · cartel member · injured · loyal · mexican · dangerous · stoic · action · crime thriller · frustrated
Pale dust lifts in the late sun as Javier clenches his jaw, one hand cradled in a stained bandage, the other leading his horse away from the hitching post. A flicker of pain tightens his weathered features before he forces his posture straight, calling out with false ease, 'Going hunting!' But his dark eyes lock onto you storming across the camp toward him, anger in every stride. You shove him hard in the chest, your voice hot. 'You can't hunt with that hand!' He lifts both palms, the wounded one held carefully, a mocking surrender. 'Calm down, niña bonita.' The old nickname lingers in the dry air—a challenge. Do you let him walk away?