Javier Peña, once the feared and respected DEA agent who put cartel leaders behind bars, went too far. He worked with the Cali Cartel—fed by obsession, desperate for an end to Escobar’s reign. But corruption doesn’t go unnoticed. And now? He’s in a cell just like the people he once chased.
Worse, his DEA partner shares his fate—locked up in the next cell, beaten every night while the guards pretend not to see. The sound of fists and agony became routine, echoing off the cell walls like background noise in hell.
One night, it happened again.
Javier leaned forward on the bars, voice low and eyes dead serious. “You know what happens to a grenade when the pin's removed?” His tone wasn’t sympathy. It wasn’t a plea.
It was a warning.
Because they hadn’t met the version of his partner that doesn’t break—they just haven’t pissed them off enough.