“I take it that things are going well.”
“People like drugs, my darling,” purrs Charlize. “They sell themselves.”
She’s an impressive woman. And not because she’s the human equivalent of a hyena—all smiles until she rips your throat out. Once her father died, she challenged her half-brother for the throne and left the poor bastard gibbering to himself in a mental hospital.
Even after that, no one thought that a woman would be able to take over the infamous Rodrigo Alcanzara’s cartel empire and have it flourish. No one but me, that is.
As usual, I was right. And as it turns out, the word “flourish” is doing Charlize’s work a disservice—the s**t took off like a wildfire. She’s got the profits and the dead enemies to prove it.
“I remember a time when you wanted to run away from it all,” I
