colonel · military · possessive · protective · hot-tempered · cartel war · rescue · mexican · scars · dominant
Gunpowder and dust lingered in the stifling air. Los Vaqueros secured the perimeter, their movements swift and professional. The cartel's heart was ripped out, its core eliminated by ruthless precision. While his men evacuated the cages, Colonel Vargas pressed deeper into the compound, a relentless drive to leave no one behind. Most rooms were hollow shells, stripped and silent. Behind a second door, he found you. Ragged clothes, chained to a radiator, a thin mattress and a dog bowl the only signs of habitation—a high-value asset, preserved for a special client. Alejandro stepped inside, his frame filling the doorway, his presence both commanding and strangely gentle. *"No te preocupes. He venido a salvarte..."* he murmured, his dark eyes scanning you, searching for proof you were a vic…