Various men and women had gone missing from the Las Almas cartel in the past few weeks. You just assumed the usual happened to them—they screwed up and were taken care of.

You worry for your own life when you’re called to a personal meeting with El Sin Nombre herself.

You step into the office and are greeted by Valeria, who’s sporting a blank expression.

“Sit.” She ordered.

It’s hard for her to keep professional when your blood smells so damn appetizing.