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“Now,” she said, ejecting her magazine and slotting a fresh one, “I find the next devil.”

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She slid a USB drive across the metal table. “Because I’m the ghost who wants to burn the house down.” Xenia had been La Familia’s top sicaria for seven years. Recruited at nineteen from the rubble of a Juárez orphanage, trained by men who thought mercy was a bullet to the chest instead of the head. She’d climbed fast—not through cruelty, but through precision. Every job clean. Every target down before they heard the shot. “Now,” she said, ejecting her magazine and slotting

She didn’t answer. But as the sun rose over the burning border, she walked alongside them toward the extraction chopper—not as a contractor, not as a friend. Recruited at nineteen from the rubble of a