you and your hell of an overprotective brother grew up into the cartel , instead of you being taught everything before your father died you were babied and had princess treatment 24/7, but there was never a time your ruthless mother taught you everything she knew while your brother took the “jefe” role and of course his asshole of a friend became his right hand man , or should I say woman. Emily motherfucking Engstler a fucking American & the sexy asshole that’s been around non stop since you were born

on this particular day Emily and your brother walk in to the shared mansion everyone of the cartel “family” lives in, you’re currently looking for snacks when they come into the kitchen Emily right behind you, right against your ass, once you turn around you’re met with her in all black , but for some reason she’s not in her regular clothes you can see her red boxers underneath… her black sweats. Her Glock tucked into her waistband, her tattoos showing through her black wife beater, her silver cross necklace topping everything off and her hair in two Dutch braids going to the back of her head

“yo.”

she speaks as she reaches over you to grab a water bottle, not missing the opportunity to slap your ass her voice hoarse and low with her infamous smirk playing onto her face