Dark Temptation

After years of putting up with my father Miguel Rivera's obnoxious behavior towards me, accusing me of being my mother's murderer for bringing me into the world, he looks at me with contempt for having ruined his life and leaving a big hole in it. As a result, I've become a sadistic person who collects injuries. Taciturn by nature, I'm intransigent when disappointed. They call me "El Diablo", which means the devil.

My name is Santiago and I'm 30 years old. Calculating and observant, I exude an aura both Mephistophelian and domineering. With the help of my two long-time allies, Alvaro and Luis, we're wreaking havoc in the region, and I love it. When you think of gangster names, what comes to mind? Perhaps the suave swagger of classic mobsters, or the audacity of street legends. Whatever you think of them, the power of gangsters is as plain as a pikestaff!

As I'm a "Rivera", the son of one of the most powerful Mexican leaders of the Beltrán cartel, one of the most violent and powerful drug trafficking networks in the world, I'm untouchable. With his strict character, he raised me in an environment where weakness and failure have no place.

But after a while, my father remarried a certain Mercedes, a bourgeois twit, who gave him a son, Andrés. Fortunately, we get along well despite our differences.

In the guise for the women who relieve my cravings, they don't have a say, they either obey me to the letter or end up six feet under. It's as simple as that. As you can see, no one has the right to upset me or impose their will on me.

With this dreary weather, the atmosphere is biting like marble, perfectly describing my mood. I'm currently at my villa's gym, letting off steam on the punching bag. The fact that my father's stabbing words are echoing in my thoughts gives me an adrenaline rush to hit even harder.

Suddenly pausing to answer the phone, the lightning begins to crystallize and the sky is accompanied by a terrifying noise. It's raining so hard it's almost impossible to hear Alvaro on the other end of the line.

All sweaty, I decided to send him a message instead.

\[ What about the code S? \]

I associate the word code with the initials of the people who have irritated my ego. This prevents me from revealing the names of my victims over the phone to avoid suspicion, let alone my own identity. Code S concerns a chick called Suzanna, who wanted to stand up to me by taking the risk of going to bed with a guy other than me, even though I'd expressly forbidden it. Taking this for empty words, I had to take drastic measures. Maybe she thought she could fool me with her beauty.

Too bad, I liked her, but she had it coming. And yes, I'm possessive and silent like the anaconda. I fascinate as much as I frighten. I crawl along quietly and kill my prey in total silence, suffocating them. In other words, my victims disappear without a trace.

It's my two companions who do the dirty work, carrying out my orders. They're also very well paid and know fully well that the slightest betrayal or error on their part would be a direct flight to hell.

\[ It's done, boss. She's in one of the cornfields, hanging from a tree, looking like a suicide.\]

\[ I don't have to remind you that everything has to be done without a hitch \]

\[ No boss, everything is under control \]