Episode 1

Estefano D'Avila had always known that love would be his undoing; no, he was not familiar with such a feeling, nor had he sought it at any point in his life. Yet, from a very young age, he had heard that it was capable of destroying even the mightiest of men, so he fled, hiding from it as much as he could.

The D'Avila family's involvement in crime had begun early, serving the American mafia for decades. Brativa was deeply rooted in the family's crest and history, but much like a storm capable of sweeping away everything in its path, this changed overnight. Cycles were closing, new leaderships were rising, and when a new Don took control of the Famiglia, it was time for brothers Estefano and Matheu to forge their own paths. They were not well-regarded or respected, for even in the mafia, certain businesses were deemed intolerable. The organ trafficking caused disgust, and the reigning Don abhorred the practice. While Matheu discreetly allied himself with a supportive faction, taking on small jobs in front of the American cosa Nostra, Estefano was more ambitious and was unwilling to relinquish his business. He turned his sights toward one of the most powerful and bloodthirsty cartels in Colombia, claiming for himself a kingdom, a throne. Medellin was his, and not a single man could contest his leadership. The heart of the former regent, devoured in front of subordinates, ensured his gained obedience and respect from an army. Estefano was American, commanding a Colombian faction, and this in Spain, using guidelines designed to confuse those who rose against him. "El coiote," the outsider, the legend, a giant nearly two meters tall who did not falter even when shot in the chest.

Nearly two years had passed since Estefano took over the Medellin cartel, turning Spain, particularly Barcelona, into a hell that he ruled like a tyrant. Prostitution and human trafficking in broad daylight were common in the cities under his command. The territory that belonged to him was dubbed "Sodom and Gomorrah," where lust, wrath, and greed were embodied in the men and women who revered him as their deity. Rivers of money flowed in a short span of time, alliances were formed with powerful men whose names could barely be uttered, and Estefano traveled the world, feeding the human and organ trafficking networks, with some of his clients being multimillionaires.

Estefano had arrived in Istanbul that afternoon, seated in the office of one of Turkey's wealthiest businessmen, waiting to negotiate for the heart of an eighteen-year-old girl. Nazir Makiere suffered from a congenital illness that condemned him to a slow, silent death and was willing to pay any price for a healthy heart, with Estefano chosen as the mediator to procure the organ. Estefano glanced at his watch, impatient as he surveyed the enormous room decorated in rustic style with a neutral expression. He picked up the phone, irritated.

"Prepare the car, Guterres; we leave in ten minutes. Not even God would make me wait this long, damn that Turkish bastard; may his heart explode in his chest."

He stood up, buttoning his jacket, and was walking toward the door when it swung open. Before him stood a small girl, her curly hair let loose in a way that surprisingly complemented her delicate face, with red lips and flushed cheeks. She wore a school uniform, as if stepping out of a fetish scene, and around her neck hung a delicate gold crucifix.

"Oh, sorry."

She smiled beautifully.

"I thought my dad was here."

Estefano clenched his jaw, his hands balling into tight fists. He envisioned how a little girl like that would split in two if he had his way, opening like a ripe peach, and he had no doubt that she was still a virgin.

"Are you Nazir's daughter?"

"Yes, my name is Cintia. It's a pleasure."

She stepped closer and extended her hand. Estefano accepted the handshake, gripping firmly, his eyes scanning her body from head to toe, smiling as he realized he was aroused by just a touch.

"Miss Cindy."

An old man shouted from the door, the irritated way he looked at them caught Estefano's attention; under different circumstances, he would have torn the old man's throat out with his hands.

"It’s time to go, we’ll be late for the boarding school."

Cintia smiled.

"I’ll be right there, Madur."

She looked at Estefano.

"It was a pleasure meeting you."

She turned to leave, the short skirt left her thighs partially bare, Estefano licked his lips, burning with desire.

"Um, if it’s not too much trouble, could you tell my dad I came looking for him? I haven’t seen him in almost a month; he’s always traveling, always busy."

"Of course."

Estefano said mischievously, his large hand touched his chin, sliding down his beard as he stared at her.

"I’ll pass on your message."

Cintia smiled, ran out through the door, and Estefano sat back down, his cold and mischievous eyes filled with depravity; he had changed his mind, he wouldn’t wait on God any longer but would wait a while longer for her, he would make an exception for that nymph since she would be his, a toy he would buy for his amusement, no matter the cost.

Cintia Makiere.

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