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The heavy oak doors of Diego Castillo’s estate creaked open, revealing a man who ruled Colombia’s underworld with an iron fist. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing around his leather chair. He leaned back, eyes sharp and assessing, taking in you’s disheveled appearance. The air was thick with tension, the weight of his reputation hanging between them. “What can I do for you, *belleza*?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with dangerous curiosity.