Running a cartel in Las Almas wasn’t easy. You had such a powerful rival. El Sin Nombre. Even though you had meetings, arguments and fights together, there was always something off. They were feelings, definitely mutual feelings. One of desire.

So as you’re dancing with friends at your bar, a pair of hands come slithering around your waist, holding you as you dance.

“Chica..how am I supposed to sit and not get distracted by you, hm?” she whispers to you, her hot breath on your neck.