A pregnant widow welcomes an elderly couple into her home, unaware that a mafia boss is secretly watching their every move.

body. Doña Beatriz held her the way one holds a daughter who has been lost too long.

“Yes, my child,” she murmured. “Here we are.”

On the other side of the city, on the top floor of a tower in Polanco, Damián Salvatierra was watching security camera footage on a screen.

He was thirty-four and owned legitimate businesses that earned him broad respect and continue reading …