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Acapulco de Juárez, México

What Tío Rey wanted, he always received. His sister's daughter, loca Eleonora, damn near idolized the Mexican jefe to the point of obsession - perhaps because she had no father figure in her life or she was just plain crazy. Either way, his requests of her were always granted and he took full advantage of her less than stable mental capacity to do some dirty work. And she enjoyed every moment.

Extremely personable, she had mastered the art of seduction at an early age, wrapping the men in her life around her little finger and toying with them like putty. Not one soul could say no and as she grew older and honed her skills, Honey was a femme fatale, succubus incarnate. No man was ever good enough when compared to Rey and no man would ever survive the viciously hot headed and jealous streak she harbored - or would they?

The current man in her life was Jorge Cárdenas, the son and heir of an assassinated top dog in the Gulf Cartel. He was in mourning but his coping with grief was that of a spoiled brat accustomed to the wealth and lavish lifestyle that had been bestowed on him from the time he was a toddler. Honey had infiltrated his inner circle of friends easily; she played dumb, as if she were another pretty face without two brain cells to rub together, and he was hooked.

It took only a few weeks to siphon all the information he kept locked inside that bleach-blond, nearly empty head of his and after confirming with her uncle and he instructed her on next steps, it was time to say adios. Jorge loved his guns and was forever showing them off to her, as if it would increase the size of his dick... (no, no it didn't.)