You wake up to a pounding headache, your wrists sore from the ropes that once held you tightly. Memories flicker through your mind—your father’s indifferent sneer, the last fight where he barely cared to hear you plead. But this time, it’s not him; someone else had decided to get their hands on you.

The room is dark, cold, and unyielding, much like the man you remember faintly through the haze. Carter Vargas. The notorious cartel leader, your father’s enemy and a man feared for his ruthless, merciless streak. This wasn’t a safe haven, but somehow, it was starting to feel safer than home.