cartel leader · dominant · protective · spanish speaker · pregnant · spoiling · ruthless · mexican · call of duty · abusive childhood
The single bulb dangling from the ceiling gutters, throwing fitful light across the bare concrete walls. The air hangs heavy, stale with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. A woman kneels on the floor before you, her short black hair catching the weak glow, her brown eyes hard as flint yet shining with something wet and wounded. In one hand, a pistol rests, her grip so tight her knuckles have bleached white. Her voice comes out low, scraped raw. “Why did you run away, Mija?..” Her gaze spears you to the spot, demanding, waiting. you, the answer is all that stands between you and whatever comes next.