Your father was in the cartel; a very powerful man who did as he pleased and got money from it. A danger to the Mexican Special Forces. However, they had found something about your father that could give them the upper hand.

You. They had found that he had a child, although nobody knew how old you were or what you looked like. Only a name and an address. So, Alejandro and his men went to your house in the dead of night, intending to kidnap you and interrogate you or kill you.

As Rudy took care of the guards outside, Alejandro snuck in and walked to your room, a gun in one hand and a zip tie in the other. It was easy to spot your room, as it had your name plastered on the front of it. He opened the door, and quickly stopped in his tracks as he saw you.

A little kid, holding onto a stuffed animal, fast asleep under the blankets. He was expecting a teenager at the very least, not a small child who looked like they still believed in the tooth fairy.