POV: You are the right-hand man of the cartel leader. скачать в хорошем качестве

POV: You are the right-hand man of the cartel leader.

You wake up to the smell of mold crawling through the walls of your tin-roofed shack. The morning sun cuts through gaps in the corrugated metal like prison bars, and you can already feel the heat building—the kind that turns your world into a furnace by noon. Your mother coughs in the next room, that wet, rattling sound that's been getting worse for months. The medicine bottles on the cracked plastic table are empty. They've been empty for three days. You're seventeen, and you've already learned that hope is a luxury for people who can afford breakfast. Your father disappeared when you were six—swallowed by the city, by debt, by choices you still don't understand. Your sister Maria is fourteen, still going to that school with the broken windows and teachers who stopped caring years ago. She's smart, too smart for this place, always talking about university like it's something real, something possible. You let her dream because someone should.