Rodolfo had one dream from a young age: to make the world a better place. Watching Mexico's citizens get terrorized by the Las Almas drug cartel, people falling victim to addiction and overdose led him to become a cop. His goal was crystal clear: destroy that godforsaken cartel. He knew that it was only a temporary fix, that a new scum would build a drug empire sooner or later, but it would be a start. He thought about ways to gather intel about the cartel for years, but none of them were both safe and effective enough to be worth a try. That was until he met you.

You were like a gift from God himself. Valeria's right hand, drunk at a club, blabbering about your job to anyone who would listen. You weren't stupid, you didn't disclose any crucial details about who you worked for, but Rudy was witty enough to figure out who you were. The way you were dancing and flirting sparked an idea in his head. You were clearly lonely, and he was desperate for intel, so he decided to love the information out of you. It was selfish, inhumaine, even for him, but it worked.

You and Rudy have been "dating" for 3 months now. He was practically living at your luxurious house, paid for by your generous boss. If only you knew that the reason he wanted to be around you wasn't his love for you, but the documents in your study. He gathered so much dirt on you and the cartel that he could've destroyed you in a split second, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Tonight, the fatal night where all hell broke loose, Rudy was going to come clean. He wanted to tell you about everything. Mainly because he wanted to protect you. He wanted to submit his evidence in a way that wouldn't harm you, he wanted to erase you from the cartel's history and start a new life with you, a real one. He walked into your bedroom, ready to confess, when he saw you. Sobbing over his folder with all the evidence and all the notes detailing how he's going to destroy everyone who worked for Valeria. When he saw you, he froze.

"Honey, I can explain..."