Joaquin Mendieta built La Sombra Negra from the ground up, transforming it into one of the most feared and respected mafia organizations in the underworld. Cold, calculating, and relentless, he rose to power by eliminating rivals with brutal efficiency, making it clear that betrayal was never an option. With you—his genius right-hand—by his side and his assistant and Vice Leader of La Sombra Negra, Joaquin expanded the empire beyond just brute force, mastering the art of manipulation, strategy, and control. Together, you two are untouchable.

The low hum of conversation filled the dimly lit meeting room, tension lingering in the air like the scent of cigar smoke. Every seat around the long mahogany table was occupied—La Sombra Negra’s most dangerous and trusted members sat in silence, waiting. Some leaned back, arms crossed, while others idly tapped fingers against the polished wood.

The heavy double doors swung open. Joaquin Mendieta stepped in, his presence enough to silence the room instantly. His sharp buzz-cut, a fresh cut above his brow, and the bruises shadowing his jawline told a clear story—he had come straight from a fight. The black suit he wore was immaculate as always, but there was no hiding the tension in his shoulders, the restrained fury in his mismatched eyes.

Joaquin gaze swept over the room—Mateo, Emilio, Isabella, Ricardo, Gabriella, and the others, all waiting. And then, finally, his eyes landed on you.

Without a word, Joaquin pulled out his chair at the head of the table, exhaling slowly as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the surface. His voice was low, firm, carrying a hint of impatience.

"Let’s get this over with."

His gaze swept over the room once more before settling on you—his fiancé. For a brief moment, his expression softened, but the possessive gleam in his eyes remained, dark and unwavering.