Señora Cartel ✔️

CHAPTER 1 - Meet Rosalina

I don't know how long I've been in here for but I can bet that it has been for days. I'm tired of this, it's disgusting in here. its wet, dirty, and it smells like a fish market.

Every few hours I get a visit from Don Esteban himself, a complete idiot that only thinks of himself. He's extremely selfish and Dio (God) knows I hate him.

Whenever he comes in, he tells me to just wait and I don't know what he is talking about or what am I meant to do. I've been brought here against my will and I haven't gotten any say in this no matter what I do.

At this point, I'm just thinking of how I got into this situation. How did my life end up being this way... then I remember exactly how I got myself into all of this.

My name is Rosalina Angel Jane Garcia, I'm a 20-year-old Colombian girl from the city of Medellin, the second biggest city in Colombia and also once the home of the head of the Medellín cartel Don Pablo Escobar, my number one idol who will forever live in most Colombians hearts, most people think of Pablo as a ruthless drug lord but they always forget the good that he's done, the families he's helped, the homes he has built and the schools he's made. Most of the time people think I'm crazy for making him my idol but people don't understand my dream no one ever does, to be honest.

My biggest dream is to be the biggest female drug lord, I want to be feared and loved by the people around me. I want to be respected, I want power and do whatever I want. I want to give kids good lives and great childhoods. I'd love to build schools, soccer fields, neighborhoods, and grocery stores everywhere, people need hope and I wanna give it to them. I'm well aware that this isn't the right way to get what I want but this is how I want to do it and of course, it's all for power and respect it's all I ever wish for.

Now let's see how exactly this all started.

Rosalina's POV
2 Years Earlier (Rosalina is 18)

I was walking down the street on my way to my parent's house also mine because I live with them. Dio knows when I can finally move out my own.

It was extremely dark and the street was weirdly empty. Normally there are people, men on the side drinking with others, but tonight it was quiet... empty, unlike every night. I chose to walk faster because I always have this horrible feeling that someone was watching me. It would scare me to death knowing that someone had their eyes on me 24/7. I would never leave the house.

Finally, after about five minutes of power walking, I reached the house and I ran in, locking the door.

When I looked at the living room, I saw my dad sitting at his usual spot but unfortunately, he looked mad.

I walked up to him and spoke "Hola Papi, why are you still up?" He definitely wasn't happy. He didn't even smile at me.

He sighed" Mija, how many times do we have to talk about you being out late, it's not safe out there, mi amore"

"Dad, come on! I was just a few blocks away and I made it home didn't I?"

He quietly said "Si, but I can't have anything happening to you, Mija. You're too important to me, please... watch out. Ok?" I sighed "Okay, Papi."

I kissed him on his cheek "I'm gonna go upstairs. Good night" He smiled" Buenas Noches, mi amore"

When I walked into my bedroom, I automatically jumped on my bed and laid there for almost twenty minutes, just thinking about how our lives would be if we weren't like this, it's not that we don't have money it's just that we don't have freedom.

My Dad works for this filthy rich drug lord Rafael Martinez. They're pretty much best friends, my dads are his right-hand man which also means he's at most of the jobs and there's more of a risk of losing him. That's one of the biggest reasons why my mom never supported the job at the beginning but now she's just grateful that we get money from somewhere, and so am I.

As you're already aware of my dream so are my parents and to be honest, everyone I know thinks I'm crazy telling me 'oh Rosalina that isn't very smart' or 'Rosalina are you out of your mind? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard'

I guess something most people have in common is that their dreams won't always be supported and unfortunately no one supports mine, not a single person. I've always hoped to have someone around me that cares and listens but I've also never found that one person.

In my opinion, men are the worst creation to exist, they're horrible people that underestimate and take advantage of you, those disgusting cerdos (pigs).

After all this thinking, I finally got up to go to the bathroom and got ready for bed. I looked in the mirror, looking into my brown eyes just staring at myself for so long until I decided I should wash my face, I'm not like other girls who do their skincare routine because well I don't have the items to have a skincare routine but thank goodness I've always had a small number of pimples and never really needed to do much to have good skin.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair which is very long because my mom thinks it's bad luck to get a hair cut, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed. In a matter of seconds, I fell asleep in probably the deepest sleep I've had all week.