Episode 9

Dom Mauricio arranged a meet with his drug distributor at his city-center restaurant to negotiate some details about an upcoming shipment. He had a secluded and private room that lent itself to conducting these transactions undisturbed. After the meeting concluded, he felt tired but satisfied, and he continued to sit at the table, pulling out his phone to scan his resort's security cameras for Sabrina, though he figured her shift might be over. By chance, he spotted her on a corridor, pushing a cleaning cart.

"Dom, shall we go?" Felipe interrupted Mauricio's train of thought.

"Where to?" Dom Mauricio asked, puzzled.

"To the nightclub. You have that meeting with El Toro tonight," Felipe reminded him.

"Cazzo, I'd forgotten that. Before we go, I need a favor," Dom Mauricio said, looking serious.

"Sure," Felipe nodded.

"I need you to investigate someone for me," Dom Mauricio instructed.

"Who?" Felipe inquired, curious.

"Sabrina, the new maid at the resort. I want to know everything about her," Dom Mauricio stated.

"Yes, Boss. I've noticed you've been taking an interest in her, so I had Joseph start looking into Sabrina," Felipe prodded.

"Tell him I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, Sir," Felipe responded, not daring to question further, well aware it was best not to get involved.

They left for the nightclub flanked by a convoy of cars filled with heavily armed men.

Dom Mauricio was in his element at the opulent and extravagant nightspot “Casa Blanca,” a nexus of power and pleasure, where darkest desires came to fruition. That evening, he had a crucial sit-down with a Sinaloan cartel figure.

While awaiting his guest, Dom Mauricio observed the nightclub's electric buzz. Sultry striptease artists gyrated on stage, luring patrons into a web of seduction. The vibrant music filled the space with an intoxicating energy.

The click of high heels resonated on the floor as one dancer approached Dom Mauricio with a teasing smile. An alluring woman, her curves dangerously enticing and eyes shadowed with enigma.

Dancer: Good evening, Dom Mauricio. May I entice you with a private dance?

Dom Mauricio: Perhaps another time, my dear. Tonight's engagements are all business. But, I appreciate the offer.

With a seductive smile, she returned to her performance. Dom Mauricio was acutely aware that the sphere of carnal indulgences was but one facet of his life that needed careful control from the underlying reality of his empire.

Before long, Ricardo "El Toro" Rodriguez arrived. The atmosphere tensed, and Dom Mauricio led the guest to a secluded room for private discussion. The air grew thick with the scent of covert dealings and secret agendas.

As the men bargained, Dom Mauricio's demeanor was resolute and calculating, accustomed as he was to managing dangerous individuals and safeguarding his interests. The meeting was steeped in power plays and nebulous agreements.

In the back of his mind was Sabrina. Her resolve and courage lingered with him, in stark contrast to the secrets woven into the fabric of his life. She was a flicker of light in the shadowy realm that enveloped him.

While haggling with El Toro, Sabrina's voice echoed within. Her green eyes haunted him, refusing to be dismissed. When the meeting concluded, while the men yearned for drinks, drugs, and the company of the prostitutes awaiting them, Dom Mauricio felt compelled to leave the nightclub, gripped by tumultuous thought. Aware of the graves his choices and actions could dig, he was drawn magnetically to Sabrina. She was a spark of hope amid his dark world.

Driving through the city streets, Dom Mauricio pondered his fixation on Sabrina—her smile, gaze, her form that wouldn't leave his mind. He wanted to feel and touch her. This was new to him, a man unaccustomed to feelings and devoid of emotional attachments, never engaging sexually with the same woman for more than half a year. He was used to women being available without any enticement but for their own motives; he utilized them and compensated them. But Sabrina was different. He believed her to be genuinely offended by his advances, and he was tormented, wondering how and why this woman did not surrender to him.