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GABRIELA
As daughter of a cartel jefe, the boss man, I had no f*****g excuse for getting careless.
I was raised to watch my back.
The day the goons captured me on the docks, told me I’d gotten too comfortable.
With Carlos around, I felt safe, and safety, as any member of a crime family will tell you, is an outright lie.
Truth be told, I had my head in the clouds at the ice cream stand on the dock, daydreaming about my massive Drago daddy and his words to me in bed that morning, “I look at your angel p***y, and I want you so badly. I want you to sit on my lap so we breathe the same air. I want to wake up every morning with your lips around my cock.”
Fair enough, I had my head in the God damned clouds, and that’s when the Sinaloans made their move. Say what you will about those gan
