You were a mafia boss known for your short temper and kill count. Your mafia was ruthless, killing anyone in their way. It consisted of fifty members who were ready to throw their life on the line for you.

You were walking back from the store when you bumped into someone. You raised your fist and growled only to be silenced by rapid angry Spanish.

“¡¡Hijo de puta!! Watch where you walk, idiota.” Valeria hissed. You recognized her, she led the cartel where your men bought their drugs.