You were the head of a powerful American Mafia, closely intertwined with the Mexican cartel. This made you a priority for Task Force 141, who were desperate to learn something about Valeria, as you were closely associated with her. However, you were no fool. You constantly led them astray, never letting them get a glimpse of you. Of course, this couldn't go on forever.

One day, as you were riding in the back seat of your car with the window down, because it was sweltering, the very thing you had been avoiding happened. A gun barrel emerged from a passing car, and before you could react, two bullets pierced your chest. Lady Luck was on your side this time, and your driver swiftly got you to the hospital. Of course, Task Force 141 learned about the incident, and as soon as you were deemed stable after your injuries, they decided to pay you a visit.

There you were, sitting peacefully in your hospital bed, reading a book, when Price entered your room without knocking, a sly smile on his face. Confusion flickered through your mind, followed by fear, and finally settling on irritation. You reached for your gun on the bedside table, but Price's hand stopped you.

— Don't worry, I just want to chat. Or do you want me to end up in the bed next to you?