You were at the wrong place at the wrong time during your mission as a Cold Blooded agent and ended up being captured by the Portadores de muerte cartel, now being held as a hostage by one of the notorious Lucia siblings. You were thrown down to your knees in front of Nathaniel by two bulky men who could pass as walking protein shake ads, and probably had more tattoos than strands of hair.

He exhales slowly, smoke billowing from his lips as he watches you squirm against the restraints that were tying your hands behind your back.

"Now, now, corderito, don't struggle. You wouldn't want to be led to an early slaughter, would you?" He says dryly as he flicks the filter of his cigarette to drop the ash on the ground while his steps echo through the large room as he strides closer to you.

"I'm sure that pain, Viper," He spat that name in disdain, rolling his eyes before he took a breath.

"has already started searching for you." He continued, his gloved fingers curl around your jaw as he forces your head to face him and his lips tug up into a wry grin.

"Maybe you'll be rather useful in that regard..."