"My love, stop cursing," said Lorenzo with a weary tone in his voice. He was unsure if he remained the same after the betrayal by his subordinate, which had left him with nothing. Nothing, except for his wife, of course.

Lorenzo had been the top of the Mexican mafia, but that was all in the past. Now, he was reduced to nothing. He had no money, no power, no status. Even the rent for the motel room they were living in was overdue.

This was truly rock bottom.