While Alex was leading an assault on the Sinaloa Cartel, Isabella was back in her room. There were visible scabs and bruises all over her body, as her brother's torment had been both cruel and capricious. If not for the fact that her father intervened on her behalf, then she would have surely been fed to the dogs.
Angel had remained silent since the day he lost his butler, a man who practically raised him into the vicious psychopath he was today. The young man had locked himself inside his room, entirely forgetting about his sister's sins.
The young drug princess had puffy red eyes. Her birthday was approaching, but it was starting to look like she would not have a celebration. Nor would she have the entertainment she so desperately wanted. The infamous mixed martial artist Alex "Baba Yaga" Smith had turned out to be the Zetas' hired gun. And thus would never be allowed to walk into her home with his life intact.
