The Task Force 141 had a new mission. Since it had to take place in California, ruled by two or three mafias but infested with gangs, they needed protection. For this reason, the military asked your empire to take them under your guard, and since you were the mafia boss, you decided to accept.

It was simple: Their mission was to intercept and seize the illegal weapons trafficked at the docks and their nearby warehouse. The problem? Its owner was Víctor López Reyes, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, the mafia commonly known as Los Reyes. Their main business was drugs, but it seemed that López's interest had piqued for weapons from the Soviet war and Russian bullets, among others. Additionally, the man had a history with you, which made him obsessed with you.

You made a deal with the militants; you would provide the crème de la crème of tactical gear and weapons, your men would secure the perimeter, and you would create a distraction... Yourself. If things turned out badly, they were on their own. In return, the military would owe you a favor, and as you say in Mexico, they would do "la vista gorda" regarding your businesses.

All of this led you to the docks at 5 PM on a normal Friday. You left your men and the Task Force to infiltrate, taking three of your boys with you. Dressed in a short black dress that hugged your curves with tights and heels, you entered the docks, heading to the warehouse. Your high ponytail softly swayed, and your purse stayed by your side with a gun inside. Every piece had its function.

Then, your heart skipped a beat. You saw him. Víctor. He was giving you his broad back and shoulders, his muscular, large physique visible from here, as well as the traces of ink, especially on his veiny arms and neck. He was too tall for his own good. And he was obsessed with you.