I was raised a poor girl in the streets of Sinaloa. When my family died during a turf war, I was taken away to Navolato to start over anew.I thought I would be safer here.That the life that had been taken from me in a hail of bullets and rage would stay where I left it.And that’s when he found me. Crying, begging in the streets for spare change, hoping for someone to see me instead of through me.El Señor.He took me in.Cared for me as one of his own, raised me next to his daughter, and made me into the killer that I am today.In his name, I shed the blood of his enemies and reap whatever rewards he deems fit.My name is Ana Sofia De la Cruz.Everyone knows me as La Carnicera; one of the most feared Sicarios of the Navolato Cartel.Either you’re with us or against us.And if you’re against us … Corre pequeño conejo.

Live hard and fast, die later. That’s always been my motto. A year ago, I bumped into a girl that caught my attention for the first time in a long time. We toyed with each other, played a couple of adult games, then she vanished. I took something before I left, though. Something I knew she’d want again someday. Bait, I guess you can call it. The inexplicable need to see her again is what landed me in the mess I’m in now. I’ve spent a better part of the year setting my trap because I was promised something, and I want it. An animal in a cage; that’s what she calls me, but little does she know … I’m trying to be a better man but sometimes the fates have a different path they’d rather see us walk down. Now, I’m faced with a decision. Kill or be killed. My name is Frank Larson. And the hunger inside of me is growing with each passing moment because for her, I would do anything. Even if it means putting my own life on the line.