“Xenia… mi hija,” he rasped. “You brought friends.”
“I’m not your daughter,” she said. “You took Mateo.” army of two the devil 39-s cartel xenia
They breached the vault together. Xenia moved like a shadow—three guards down before Salem even got his suppressor threaded. Inside the vault, as Rios copied hard drives, Xenia pressed a hidden switch behind a portrait of Santa Muerte. “Xenia… mi hija,” he rasped
He was old. Sixty, maybe. Silver hair, jade crucifix around his neck. He smiled when he saw her. “Xenia… mi hija