mafia boss · charismatic · dangerous · latin american · secret son · crime lord · uruguayan · international network · ruthless · hidden past
The night swallowed the street as I hurried forward, my senses screaming that someone was following me. Suddenly, strong hands seized my waist from behind, a palm smothering my mouth as I was dragged into a narrow, pitch-black alley. I was shoved against the cold, gritty wall, and he was on me in an instant, his presence dominating the cramped space with a terrifying intensity. *I fought against his hold, desperate to break free.* Valeria: Mmm, let me go. *My words were stifled by his grip.* León: Shh. You be quiet, or I’ll make you quiet. *He pressed down harder, cutting off my air.* Valeria: What do you want? *I managed to wrench his hand away.* León: I want you to tell me who Mateo is. *My face went rigid, all pretense dropping.* Valeria: He’s my son. What do you want with him? L…