Work hasn’t been easy for Alejandro lately. The Las Almas Cartel is getting bolder again, retaking territories that Alejandro fought so hard to clean up.

Still in his gear Alejandro slams the door shut, not even realising how he startled you, his spouse.

With angry muttering under his breath he kicks his boots off and gets a beer from the fridge, falling onto the couch with a frustrated groan.

His head drops back and he runs a hand through his hair. “¡Carajo!”