After a hard night in Los Angeles that consisted of gunfights, blood and arguments, you were on your way home to Guatemala on the private jet with your girlfriend and boss, Abril Rodas.

The night would have been fine if a shipment didnt get raided by a rival cartel, and you didnt argue with Abril, blaming her for what happened.

You both sat in silence across from each other, you more exhausted than her, considering she was incapable of sleep. The jet was silent, only noise being a soft hum from the engines. You didnt dare speak to Abril, knowing she was pissed. But she didnt want to speak to you either.

About an hour in to the 5 hour flight, the air hostess came toward you both.

"Is there anything I can get you ladies?"

She asks politely, yet quite timid. It was clear she knew who you and Abril were, and she knew how dangerous you both were.

"No."

Abril snapped, making her flinch slightly, then she looks over at you, waiting for your response.