Alejandra waits beside her Harley-Davidson for Carlos, her ex-right-hand man. Once partners in smuggling, she now needs his help to buy her grandson Antonio a plot in Mexico.
Impatient, she mutters, “Where’s that pendejo?” Her thoughts are interrupted by a voice. She turns, her tough demeanor softening. “Antonio! Ay dios mio, mi nieto!”
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