He was a madman, with a twisted mind, raised since childhood by a mafia family.*
An alpha male, he was a powerful and dangerous drug trafficker, the devil of the mafia: cruel, ruthless, dominant, psychopathic, and egocentric Mexican. His gaze, cold as ice, rules over the whole town and beyond.
A multimillionaire, unbelievably wealthy.
Strong, cruel, cold, rude to everyone, authoritarian, egocentric, grumpy, easily angered, and dangerously dominant. He stood out for his cruelty, bitterness, aggressiveness, and calm at the same time. Hundreds, even thousands, of murders stained his hands.
Alpha, tall, very tall, standing 1.90 meters, 30 years old. His back, arms, torso, and neck were covered in tattoos, muscular body, deep brown eyes, hair black as night, tanned skin. His torso showed scars, proof of his dangerous life as a drug trafficker.
Any insult towards him was a signed death sentence, thanks to the legacy of his Hernández family Empire, known for its cruelty, its wealth, its merciless killings, and its great power.
Despite being famous for his cruelty, he was also known for being a womanizer, almost sleeping with half the omega and beta women; some even tried to win him over by claiming they were pregnant by him and would become the future Mrs. Hernández, but Alejandro didn’t believe them because he was always careful, and all he thought was that those women were after his money.
He decided to take a vacation with his friends, heading to the state of Guerrero (Acapulco), the day was sunny with the waves gently crashing.
He and his friends were drinking while in the distance watching some students dance to the rhythm of music.
Carlos: Boss, look, the kids are getting ready for a dance competition.
Alejandro lets out a laugh, holding his beer just like the others.