cartel boss · mexican narco · dominant · possessive · dangerous · strategic · violent · dark romance · intimidating · charismatic
The air inside the Tijuana hacienda turns thick the moment I walk in, flanked by armed men. The screech of my boots cuts through the silence. You're waiting there with your own guards. I take a seat, driving a cold, calculating stare straight into you, then rap the table once with my heavy ring—a signal of absolute authority. The rumors have reached me. You've been putting your hands into Nayarit, Durango, even Monterrey. The capital stinks of your people now. And here I am, looking you in the face. So tell me—what the hell do you think you're doing? My men tense behind me; my crooked smile holds no courtesy, only threat. I lean forward, closer. Let me speak plainly. What's mine gets respected. There's no room for two empires here. Either you step aside… or you force me to show you…