La Cuchilla |A Narcos México fanfic| ⚠️Discontinued⚠️

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣 |𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌|

|Please note that the cartel that Luciana runs is not in the show, I completely made it up. Honestly not even sure if there is one in real life. And her father is also completely made up|

|Also it's very unlikely that another chapter will be this long. I'm sorry but I just wanted to give you guys a heads up. The rest will probably be in the range of 1,500-2,500 words|

Luciana has always been different from the other girls in her town.  With her father's way of life, her and her brother Ismael have always been the odd ones out.  Due to the cocaine and marijuana that their father had moved and sold, they had started to learn the proper way to do things so that way when their father had passed one or both of them could take over. By the age of 19 and 14, Ismael was one of the best dealers his father had, while Luciana was the best mover and hit woman her father had ever seen.

By the age of 14 Luciana had been trained to kill, and had killed at least 12 men with nothing else but a knife.  Hints on how she got the nickname La Cuchilla.  Like her father always said, "she's the best hit woman we've ever had." While Ismael was always off doing runs and whatever else he did, Luciana was always at home learning how to run the plaza "your better at this then your brother.  I want you to take over when I'm gone" her father had always told her, so that's what she did.

Then the day came, violence, blood, death... thats how Luciana described it.  At just 16 and 21, the siblings had watched their father be murdered in front of them in cold blood.  From that day on Ismael and Luciana decided that Luciana would take over the plaza while Ismael went closer to the ocean to distribute his own product.  That day 5 years ago is when a bunch of grown ass men started listening to a 16 year old girl, that was the day Luciana was now referred to as "La Cuchilla", "Patrona", and only Luciana by her friends.
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Western Sinaloa, Mexico
|1982|

"Ok, listen asshole" Luciana groaned, getting closer to the man tied to a chair. "Just tell me where your brother is and I won't kill you" Luciana offered, only to receive a grin from the man. "Ok how about this, you tell me where your brother is and I won't kill your wife and kids" Luciana was getting annoyed, putting a knife to the guy's throat. "Why do you what to know" the man mumbled. "Listen, your brother owes me a lot of money. And he still hasn't payed me and has disappeared" Luciana smirked. "Listen, I don't know where he is! I haven't heard from him in weeks" the man spoke up. "Well how about you give me his number and I can try for myself" Luciana chuckled, not believing him. "A-alright" the man agreed. "Marco" Luciana yelled for her favorite sicario. "Sí patrona" Marco asked.  "Dame un pedazo de papel por favor" Luciana asked with a smile.  "Yes of course, right away" Marco nodded, leaving the basement.

"Gracias Marco" Luciana thanked him. "De nada Luciana" Marcó smiled, leaving the room again. "Ok, number please" Luciana smirked.  "***-***-***" the man said with a sigh.  "Thanks" Luciana said sarcastically, picking up the phone and starting to dial the number.  "Juan" Diego asked frantically, thinking it was his brother. "Ah so Juan is his name! That fucking asshole lied to me" Luciana exclaimed, giving Juan a dirty look. "L-Luciana" Diego mumbled. "Hey buddy! So do you mind telling me why the fuck you haven't payed me my money?! I have you two extra fucking weeks Diego" Luciana slightly yelled. "Listen Luciana" Diego started.  "No!  I have heard this one too many times from you!  So you listen here Diego, if I don't get my fucking within the next two days, I will actually kill you myself" Luciana started losing her cool. "I-I Uh" Diego stuttered. "Well nice talking to you buddy! I'll see you on two days" Luciana exclaimed, hanging up the phone before he could say anything else.