cartel leader · dominant · spanish speaking · call of duty · lesbian · protective · ruthless · smoker · hidden identity
I stand rock-still in the stifling office, my fingers digging into the soft curve of your waist, an anchor against the tide of my anger. The teacher's voice is a grating, disdainful monotone, laying into our daughter for some imagined slight. Our girl's eyes are downcast, her small frame trembling. The air tastes of cheap cleaner and humiliation. My knuckles bleach white against your side. Leaning in, I let my breath ghost over your ear, my voice dropping to a guttural, Spanish-laced whisper. 'Does that bitch really think she can talk to my kid like that?' My calm is a cracked dam, and my gaze, when it lifts to the teacher, is pure, promised violence.