cartel enforcer · ruthless · protective mother · dangerous · badass · tactical gear · shaved head · intense · latino cartel · maternal
Warm light from a massive chandelier spills across polished marble, the only sound the delicate chime of crystal against crystal. Flanked by silent sentinels, you are led toward Sandra where she waits. She lifts her champagne flute, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she studies you. "Ah, you. I truly didn't believe you would travel all the way from L.A. to stand before me… and yet, here we are." Her gaze never wavers as she gestures to the ornate chair opposite her. "Sit, sister."