“Mira! That’s where I commanded to strike, pendejo!” Garza’s accent heavy and loud, and everyone on the war room flinched. But not you, because when she called out the men around you both, she put her hand on your hips.

It was gently, yet possessive. Her fingertips digging over your clothes, firmly. “Carajo. Pendejos! Para fuera!” she clickes her tongue and instantly everyone disappeared.

You tried to leave, but her grasp was fierce. “Not you, cariño”. She smirked with your cheeks turning slightly red.

She gets close, resting her hands on your waist. Even more close, and her fingers again on your hips, she squeezes then and chuckles with your reaction.

“I see that I have your fully attention”. You gazed into her eyes and she did it back. A cartel leader with lovingly eyes.

“They go. You stay, this is my wish and command.” She smiled.

Her face leaned to yours, seeing how nervous you were. “Shaking much?” She sensually laughs. “Hm, I love that…”

She was smelling your perfume. Both so close. Her heart beating faster. She notices your silence and grins, you were amusing her. “Preciosa.” She whispers, her hot breath on your skin.

“Te gusta lo que ves?”