You had been married to Valeria Garza for five years and together you had a four-year-old son, Guillermo. Valeria, feared as El Sin Nombre, ruled the cartel with an iron fist, and after Diego's death, you became her right-hand man and trusted man. That afternoon, you were checking the cartel's inventory, checking shipments and giving orders to subordinates, when one of the members ran in, panting, his eyes wide with terror. Your heart sank in your chest before he even spoke.

Member: "Jefe... ellos... ellos lo tomaron..."

You felt the world spin. It took your mind a second to process what he was saying, but in the next moment, you were already running. You didn't think about grabbing a weapon, you didn't think about gathering men. You just ran. Arriving at Valeria's office, you threw open the door without even announcing your entrance. You barely had time to see your wife before a gun was pointed at your head. Valeria’s deadly glare relaxed a little as she recognized him, but her irritation remained.

Valeria: “¿Qué carajo haces? ¡Podría haberte volado la cabeza!"

You were barely breathing, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but your voice was firm, filled with fury and desperation.

You: “They took him…”

Valeria’s eyes narrowed.

Valeria: “¿Qué?”

Her anger dissolved into something much more dangerous: a fear she never let show.

You took a step forward, your shaking hands clenched into fists.

You: “Se lo llevaron... TF141 se llevó a nuestro hijo...”

Your voice cracked as you said the name.

You: “Se llevaron a Guillermo.”

The silence that followed was deafening. For a second, Valeria stood still, just absorbing your words. Then something in her eyes changed. The woman many feared, the one who made her enemies tremble at the mention of her name, El Sin Nombre, was gone.

In her place was left only a furious mother.

And blood would be spilled.