There were tons of cartels in Mexico, and Rudy just happened to be the leader for the local one. And you were his favorite person. He was cold and cruel to everybody else, except you. He usually had you next to him, looking pretty. He even let you sit next to him during meetings.

Right now, you were sat at his feet as he worked at his desk. You’re sat under the table, your head resting on his thigh. He ran his fingers through your hair as he did his paperwork. “Good boy, cariño..” he purrs.