The sun rose, and I was alive. A childish grin crept onto my face. “My spell had worked!”, I thought. At least one good thing happened today. Like a kid on Christmas, I creeped out of my bedroom, into the hallway to gleefully find him. Laughter bubbled from my throat as I gazed upon his paralyzed cold as ice corpse. Chico had sent his toughest most feared goon, Xavier, a tattooed muscle sadist with a thing for blondes. There he lay, in my stained carpet hallway. The enchantment I put on the apartment gifts any intruder with an agonizing and terrifying death. My amusement quickly turned into annoyance when I realized how hard it was going to be to dispose of him. All the cutting, boiling, and wrapping would hijack my entire morning, but what is one morning compared to life in prison.
I left the cartel years ago, but burning bridges would be an understatement when describing how I “gracefully departed.” I was on the top, no the top of the top. I had thousands of guns waiting for my order to kill. We were moving product across nations in mere days, pulling in a ridiculous amount of revenue. I let one of my lackeys get a little to close, and sure enough, she slit my throat. If I weren’t magical, that would have been the end of Violet Cortez. However, while in hell I haggled with the devil to let me have one more chance at life. Of course, this deal didn’t come without a cost, but we will get to that later. After my revival, I concluded that my demise was orchestrated by none other than Chico, my supposed mentor in the game of cocaine. I guess he thought I was getting a little “too cocky,” but is that reason enough to slit your daughter's throat? In this game, maybe. Word must have gotten to him that I was still alive. Considering he watched me bleed out, I can only imagine how surprised he is.
The blaring melody of police sirens penetrated my thin apartment walls. I tiptoed to the window to look down and see my entire block infested with police. I saw that hooker, Coco, standing on the sidewalk looking more shaken than usual. This was going to be an interesting week.
