Our tinted-windowed car pulled up in front of the entrance to a large hotel. The number of security guards was insane with every guest being checked and Identified before they were allowed through the doors.

But they let Andrea straight through after taking one look at him. I followed after him but one of the bouncers stepped in front of me.

"She's with me," Andrea said taking my hand.

The man immediately stepped aside, "Please forgive me, Señorita."

"Pretty nice party, right?" he said to me as we walked through the lobby with hundreds of people stood in little groups talking and drinking wine. A great chandelier hung down from the high ceiling made of hundreds of glimmering pieces of glass and two symmetrical large staircases curved around from the top of the room on either side, each with a golden handrail and wide, marble steps.

"Let's go meet the hosts," he added before leading me up one of them and as we passed, everybody seemed to stop and look at Andrea before quickly moving out of his way. He took no notice and only carried on walking.

When we reached the top of the stairs, there was a mezzanine looking out over the lobby surrounded by a barrier and more security. Inside were four or so men all in black suits gathered around drinking champagne and chatting.

"Martinez!" one exclaimed as we entered. "Our wonderful boss."

"And this must be Loren's Luna. Ella, yes?" another added looking to me.

I nodded as a butler approached us with a tray of champagne and Andrea took two, handing one to me.

"Ella, meet my top men, those I owe the smooth runnings of my cartel to," he said with a smile as he placed one hand on my shoulder. "Sebastian (head of production). He runs the farms, ensures both top notch quality and quantity and keeps the drugs running like water. Emiliano (head of export). Keeps the stream flowing across the borders to where they gotta be, controls the logistics, makes sure no questions are asked at the borders and that all product gets from A to B. Alvaro (head accountant), monitors all money coming in and out the business. He's in charge of spotting any unexpected changes in profit and sales and tracks anything suspicious to the source. No one in the business could steal even a dollar from me without this man knowing. And finally, Sergio (head of security). Keeps the computer technicians and hackers in line, monitors threats, trains up my men, bargains with the police force and the government. We all have this man to thank for our lives every day."

I shook all of their hands.

"So what's your place in the business, Señorita?" Sebastian asked.

"Andrea's latest whore no doubt," Emiliano said with a grin.

"Ay," Andrea protested. "This woman saved my life yesterday."

They all raised an eyebrow and looked down at me.

"She may be small and weak but she's brave," he added. "When we were ambushed by Gustavo Escobar's men at the border, I was shot but she helped me to safety."

"Good job, little one," Sergio said to me before looking back up to Andrea. "But please tell us you're sleeping with her too?"

"Of course," he replied and they all laughed.

"Was there any need asking? He's young and still obsessed with sex," Alvaro said. "Will you ever pick one girl and stick with her?"

The four men were all at least ten years older than Andrea if not twenty. Considering that Andrea was their boss, the age gap was surprising. How on earth did he end up the head of this entire organisation at only nineteen years old?

"Just you wait, mis amigos," he said with a wink. "Soon enough."

"Well, anyway," Emiliano said. "The people have been waiting for a speech from their boss."

Andrea grinned, drank the rest of his champagne and grabbed a spoon off the butler's tray before stepping out to the railing of the mezzanine that looked over the lobby below.

The spoon chimed on the glass three times before silence fell in the room.

"Buenas noches, mis amigos," he began. "Estamos aquí para celebrar el éxito del cártel de Martínez," he then turned briefly to look at me and said, "To celebrate the success of the Martinez cartel."

His speech continued in Spanish for another few minutes before there was a huge applause and Latino music began to play.

Andrea turned to me, beaming and took my hand.

"Hasta luego!" he said to the four men we talked to earlier. "See you later!"

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