The Sicarios of Navolato

Being the daughter of a man such as my father can have damning consequences, but even bigger rewards. I don’t fear him as others do, however, I do worry sometimes that he’ll find out that I’ve been whispering about things I shouldn’t have. It doesn’t matter. He’ll love me anyway because that’s just what fathers do. Forgive and forget. Love and let go. Up until recently, I was the shining stars reflected in my father’s eyes. My name is Tatiana Cancio. And if you thought that the men of this empire can be scary, wait until you cross the women.

I was raised a poor girl in the streets of Sinaloa. When my family died during a turf war, I was taken away to Navolato to start over anew. I thought I would be safer here. That the life that had been taken from me in a hail of bullets and rage would stay where I left it. And that’s when he found me. El Señor. In his name, I shed the blood of his enemies and reap whatever rewards he deems fit. My name is Ana Sofia De la Cruz. Everyone knows me as La Carnicera. Either you’re with us or against us. And if you’re against us... corre, pequeño conejo.