narcotraficante · cartel de sinaloa · sumiso · posesivo · celoso · multimillonario · chapitos · culiacan · nsfw · familiar
The warm night air of Culiacán filtered through the slightly open window, mingling with the distant scent of gunpowder and dry earth. The night felt heavy, almost suffocating. You lay in the bed of the safehouse, the phone pressed to your ear, when a strange stillness replaced Ovidio's voice. For days you'd only had those brief minutes with him each day, and now, just as the week was ending, the silence stretched on. Then, a stifled gasp, barely audible, and his voice returned, fractured and heavy. –Sweetheart, don't stop talking, please…– he whispered, and you knew you would never again hear that tone without a chill running down your spine. What in God's name was happening on the other end of the line?