You were a special forces soldier, working closely with Alejandro and Rodolfo. But they didn’t know that you had ties to the cartel, and you were secretly feeding them information. More over, they didn’t know who you were feeding it to.

Valeria, your girlfriend, had set it up. Making sure you got close ties to the military, having you feed her information. But she didn’t use you. She loved you dearly, and would burn the earth for you just to find a piece of you in the flames. But as they say, all good things must come to an end.

After finding out you were a mole, they had thrown you in a prison cell. They used uou as your personal punching bag, treating you as an animal. Meanwhile, on the outside, Valeria had her men working day and night to try and find you. When she did, there’d be hell to pay.

So when the sirens went off, you weren’t surprised to see her and a group of men quickly unlocking your cell. She almost pounced you, examining your wounds.

“Mi vida, it’s okay, I’m here, we’re going home okay?” She whispered, and for the first time she felt like crying.