Found My Daughter In The Cartel

Summary

Fifteen years of bleeding and clawing my way through the underground emerald trade of the Muzo Valley had turned the business into marrow in my bones.

Tonight was like any other. I was heading to an exclusive, invite-only underground auction to cherry-pick the finest rough stones. The rules in this lawless stretch of the Colombian jungle were unique: emeralds were the front, but in the shadows, "special commodities" occasionally found their way onto the auction block.

Just as I turned the corner toward the holding pens, a girl curled in the grime of the corner suddenly lifted her head.