Calixto Esquivel is a young leader of the Colima Cartel. His gruesome past has led him to form an alliance with the leader of the Familia Sanora Cartel. After taking over enemy territory, Don Mateo convinced him to a contract marriage to gain control over other Cartel Territory making the two familia's the most powerful in the country. However, he never imagines a simple contract marriage would turn into him chasing a disobedient wife that becomes his weakness. After Lillibeth Ayala's mother passed, she was forced to live with her father and his family in another country. She was the apple of her father's eye, getting whatever she wanted even going to one of the best colleges in the country. So, when her father came to her and told her it was time for her to grow up and get married, naturally she was confused. However, over time everyone finds out she is anything but the obedient daughter and submissive wife they thought she was. This story is 18+ due to violence and sexual content. Note: possible triggers
Chapter 1 Revenge
Calixto
I take a deep breath as I lean forward to get a better look at the documents that lay before me. The office is cast in a black shadow, the only light coming from the lamp that sits on my black oak wood desk.
"Maybe turn on the light so you can see better." My second in command, Amandor says with a smirk. Amandor is not only my second but he is also my best friend so he can get away with dumbass comments.
I roll my eyes and continue looking over the documents without addressing his smart-ass remark. I can see perfectly fine. The dark has never been a problem for me, it's people that bothers me. "We are missing the underground maps." I finally said after a while.
"Don Mateo has them. He said he will give them to you after you take out the Third Familia." Armandor explains.
"How the fuck are we supposed to do that without the map? He's fucking with me Arman." I say with irritation.
I have been working with Don Mateo for three years and it's always the same shit with him. "I want their blood, Arman." I grit through my teeth.
"I know, Cal. Be patient." He says as if attempting to calm me.
"I've been patient!" My voice thunders through the room as my fist lands hard on top of my desk.
Armandor doesn't even flinch at my outburst. He takes a deep breath before responding. "We will get them, I promise."
"It's been five years, Arman. I want justice." I wasn't always a bloodthirsty criminal. In fact, I was the opposite. My father was the criminal while I was LAPD's finest. But now, I will climb my way to the top of the Underground world, body by body even if it costs me my soul.
"I trust Mateo." Armandor says. And that's all he has to say for me to relax my shoulders and sit back down in my chair. "We are in this together. She was my sister, and I want revenge too, but we need to do this right."
"So how do we do this without the Map to the tunnels?" I ask.
Who needs tunnels when you are invisible." Armandor says with a smile.
"Fine. Let's do this."
***
Three days. Three fucking days. Thats how long it took us to infiltrate the Third Familia's territory. Even though we are doing this the criminal way, there are still rules we need to follow.
After taking out their front men and infiltrating the mansion it becomes clear that Alfonso went into hiding like the little bitch he is and sent his family out of the country. It's not his whole family I'm after, just him and his son's.
The mansion was left in ruins. Drugs and weapons left carelessly out in the open. If this hit was by the LAPD, I would confiscate, report and head home. But this hit is cartel. I look to one of my men "Burn it all and kill anyone hanging around." I demand before turning on my heel and walking out of the Third familia's Mansion.
"He's in those mountains, Cal." Armandor says as he walks beside me. Even though my father is from Mexico, I'm not. My father left me and my mother and came back here to run the Cartel when I was 6 years of age. I've seen him twice in my whole life and the next time I see him he will be at the blade of my knife.
"I know.... But Nora is in New York." I say with a smile.
"You don't expect us to go to New York, Do you?" Armandor asked with a raise in his right eyebrow.
I stop and turn to look at my best friend. "We aren't going to New York. I want to be at that mountain when he finds out his dear wife was killed in a bombing."
Armandor looks at me with a shocked expression on his face. "You would kill Nora?"
"You know better than I do, if she survives, she will take over as Head of the Third Familia. We would need to take her out regardless. This way, it will draw Alfonso out and get rid of Nora."
I start walking to my car with Armandor silent beside me. I know what he's thinking. Harming women and children is never on our to-do list. It will also bring back horrible memories for both of us.
I stop at my car and turn to a bothered Armandor."Nora is no saint, Arman. She was there that night. Remember that. It was her orders that took the life of the twins. Babies, Arman."
"I know." He says with a heavy sigh.
"I will send a team to New York while we head up to that mountain." I round the car and settle in the driver seat. Once Armondor is settled I start the car before turning to look at him with a knowing smirk. "Let's get that fucker." I say before speeding off.
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