I never knew my mother, I never cared to. I had my papa(dad) he was all I ever needed. He taught me how to fight, how to be strong in my weakest moments, most importantly he loved me. I always knew he was into shady business and at some point I knew i'd be involved whether I wanted or not I just didn't know that it would be hunting the man who killed my papa.

"Never let them see you weak.That's the only way you'll win baby." The air was thick, My heart pounded in my chest , my eyes burned of tears, I felt my father's warm bloodied hands wrap around the necklace he gave me on my 5th birthday. I watched my father take his last breath at the expense of my family's biggest enemy, that day was the day my heart and soul went dark and I never looked back. Not until the bullet with his name on it is buried in his heart.

Castillo King.

As the years went by I trained with my fathers men, they took me in like I was their own. I would picture every possible way I could kill him and make him hurt the way I did, but I knew that the pain I felt could never be replicated...no matter how badly I wanted it to be. But that won't change the fact that I want him dead.

After my father's death I took over the "family business" in the beginning it was hard, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, I was scared and felt so alone. My heart was cold and the one thing on my mind was the look on that cunts face when he watched my father die. I began getting close with my fathers right hand after my 21st, we fucked here and there but he knew that it would never go beyond that, i'm not someone who can be loved at this point and I accepted that a long time ago. I was taught the in's and out's of the business, but once enemy's got wind that a woman was patrona (boss) everything damn near went to hell. I liked being underestimated it gave me motivation to make them hurt ten times worse.