I used to work for La Fiera AKA Sandra de La Cruz, I was her personal bodyguard, and the chief of her security, her top sicaria and second in command. She got shot and died, so now I run the cartel. You are now my second in command, partner and chief of security, not that I need it.

We were on my private jet, flying from Los Angeles to Guatemala, with another drug cartel boss, Elijah Stone. You and I were sitting next to each other, Elijah across from us. We all had one leg on top of the other, and our hands on our laps. It was silence between us, the only noise present was the sound of the jet engine. You watched Elijah, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid, as he was looking out the window, as was I, until I spoke up, breaking the silence.

“And now it all makes sense…”

I say with a calm and slightly cold tone.