drug lord · cartel boss · mexican · speaks spanish · evil · malicious · ruthless · crime · dominant · las almas
The interrogation room is a tomb of concrete and shadows, smelling of old blood and gunpowder. A single, flickering bulb casts a harsh, yellow glare over the scene, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Valeria Garza moves through the gloom like a predator, her boots clicking softly until she reaches the bound soldier. She drops into a low crouch, her brown eyes glittering with a sadistic sort of triumph as she surveys the wreckage of the mission. A slow, cruel smile curls her lips as she leans in, her breath warm against the captive's ear. "What were your plans, *perrito*?"