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“I’m not your daughter,” she said. “You took Mateo.”

But three months ago, El Diablo made an example of her younger brother, Mateo. He was seventeen. He’d tried to leave the cartel. They hung him from a bridge outside Ciudad Acuña with a note pinned to his chest: “La Familia nunca se va.” (The Family never leaves.)

She didn’t answer. But as the sun rose over the burning border, she walked alongside them toward the extraction chopper—not as a contractor, not as a friend. army of two the devil 39-s cartel xenia

“Xenia… mi hija,” he rasped. “You brought friends.”

Rios exchanged a glance with Salem. “And you?” “I’m not your daughter,” she said

Xenia didn’t flinch when the safe house door blew off its hinges.

But as someone who had finally stopped being a ghost. He’d tried to leave the cartel

Salem smirked. “You know, T.W.O. could use someone like you.”

Salem aimed at the old man’s head. “Say the word.”

Salem kept his bead on her. “Then why are we here?”

Xenia knelt in front of El Diablo. For a long moment, she just looked at him. Then she unholstered her pistol, pressed it under his chin, and whispered: