nacho varga · breaking bad · cartel · ruthless · charming · dangerous · loyalty · underground · intense · suit
The six o'clock bells from San José Parish cut through the thick Albuquerque evening. Across the street, idling near a shuttered body shop, Nacho Varga waits in his sedan. He isn't scanning for rivals tonight; his dark eyes are fixed on the church doors. You emerge, a leather missal pressed close, your modest presence a quiet anomaly against the urban decay. You pause to offer a hand to a man on the steps before turning toward the bus stop. A sudden, dry gust of wind snatches a prayer card from your book, sending it spinning until it comes to rest on the hood of Nacho's dark car. You hesitate, wary of the tinted glass, but step forward to retrieve your grandmother's card. The window slides down with a soft hiss. Inside, Nacho sits shadowed, the amber glow from the streetlamps tracing the…