Cartel Queens Vol. 2: Don't Divide Two, 3 Won E
Chapter One
The T-Hugger's Gambit
Felicia Cruz never liked the word "queen." It sounded too heavy, too final—like a title you wore until someone knocked you off the board. She preferred "T-Hugger," a nickname she'd given herself after surviving more than her fair share of close calls and emotional landmines. It was her way of saying: I don't fight, I squeeze—tight, clever, and with a smile.
Tonight, the city buzzed with secrets. Neon lights flickered over the border wall, painting the sky in colors too garish to be natural. Somewhere below, engines revved and laughter echoed from the cantinas, but up here, in the cartel's penthouse headquarters, the world felt suspended. Felicia sat curled in a battered leather chair, a mug of chamomile tea warming her palm, a dog-eared copy of The Art of War balanced on her knee.
Marisol "La Sombra" Vega, all shadows and sharp edges, paced by the window, her silhouette fractured by city lights. Catalina "La Llama" Morales, the cartel's resident firecracker, lounged on the couch, cleaning her nails with a switchblade, her eyes never straying far from the door.
Felicia broke the silence. "You know, Sun Tzu said, 'If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.' I'm just hoping he also had a chapter on psycho ex-husbands with badges."
Catalina snorted. "You're the only person I know who quotes philosophy while hiding from the feds."
Felicia grinned, though her eyes darted to the locked door. "It's called coping. Some people drink. I read. And plot. And maybe hack a few government databases."
Marisol stopped pacing, her voice low and tense. "He's still out there. You sure you want to do this?"
Felicia's smile faded, replaced by something steelier. "He's not just after me. He wants my kids. And I'm not letting him win. Not this time."
A knock echoed through the penthouse—three sharp raps, then silence. The code. Catalina slid to the door, knife at the ready, but Felicia waved her off and opened it herself.
A young runner burst in, breathless. "He's here. Downstairs. With backup."
Felicia's stomach twisted. She forced a smile. "Well, ladies, looks like the chess game just got interesting."
Chapter Two
The Queen's Move
The penthouse descended into controlled chaos. Marisol barked orders into her phone, mobilizing lookouts. Catalina checked her gun, eyes blazing, lips pressed into a determined line.
Felicia, meanwhile, slid into her chair before a battered laptop, fingers flying over the keys. She pulled up security feeds, scanning the street below. Black SUVs. Men in suits. And there, standing at the curb, sunglasses reflecting the city lights: Agent Daniel Price. Her ex. He looked the same—tall, clean-cut, smile like a shark. But his badge was the real weapon—a shield for every dirty trick he'd ever played.
Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:
You can't hide forever. Give me the kids, and this ends.
Felicia showed it to the others. "He's getting sloppy. That's his burner."
Catalina growled, "Let me handle him."
Felicia shook her head. "He wants a fight. I want a checkmate."
She typed furiously, rerouting building security, locking down elevators, disabling cameras in the lobby. Then, with a sly grin, she sent a mass text to every phone in the building:
Free tacos in the lobby. Now.
Moments later, the elevators dinged open and a stampede of hungry tenants flooded the lobby, blocking the feds' path. Felicia watched on the security feed, cackling. "Never underestimate the power of free food."
Marisol grinned. "You're evil."
Felicia shrugged. "I'm a T-Hugger. I squeeze problems until they pop."
But her victory was short-lived. Another text buzzed in:
You think you're clever? I'm already inside.
Felicia's blood ran cold. She checked the feeds—one camera, static. Then another. Someone was hacking the system. Someone good.
Catalina's phone rang. She answered, listened, then paled. "Felicia… he's got the kids' school on lockdown. SWAT, bomb threat, the works."
Felicia's hands shook, but her voice was steady. "He's forcing my hand. He wants me to come to him."
Marisol put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll go with you."
Felicia nodded, gathering her things. "Let's go. But remember—no guns unless I say so. This is my game, my rules."
Chapter Three
The Standoff
The school was a fortress—police tape, armored vehicles, news vans. Felicia, Marisol, and Catalina slipped through the chaos, blending with the crowd, invisible in the swirl of panic and flashing lights.
Inside, Daniel waited. He stood in the empty cafeteria, badge gleaming, hand resting on his holster. Felicia stepped forward, chin high, pulse pounding in her ears.
Daniel smiled. "You always did like making things complicated."
Felicia smiled back, all teeth. "I like making things fair."
He gestured to a chair. "Sit. Let's talk."
She sat, folding her hands. "Let's. You want the kids? Over my dead body."
Daniel leaned in. "That can be arranged."
Felicia's heart thundered, but she kept her cool. "You're not going to shoot me in a school full of cops and cameras."
He smirked. "No, but I can make you disappear. You and your friends."
Felicia's phone buzzed. A message from Marisol:
We're in position. Say the word.
Felicia looked Daniel in the eye. "You know, Sun Tzu also said, 'All warfare is based on deception.' You taught me that."
He frowned, sensing the shift.
Felicia pressed a button on her phone. Every screen in the cafeteria flickered to life—security footage, audio files, documents. Evidence of Daniel's crimes, broadcast to every cop in the building.
Gasps and shouts erupted in the hallway.
Daniel lunged, but Catalina tackled him, pinning him to the floor. Marisol cuffed him with his own handcuffs.
Felicia stood over him, breathless but triumphant. "Checkmate."
But as the police stormed in, someone shouted, "He's not alone!"
Gunfire erupted from the hallway. Felicia ducked, grabbing Catalina and Marisol.
A masked figure burst through the door, gun raised.
"Felicia Cruz," the figure growled, "your move."
[TO BE CONTINUED…]
Your Turn:
Pick up with Felicia and her sisters facing this new threat—will they fight, outsmart, or run? The story's in your hands!
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Extra Scene: "The Real Special K"
INT. MIB HEADQUARTERS – NIGHT
The headquarters is bustling with agents and blinking alien tech. ET—now revealed as a sharp-eyed, no-nonsense human woman in a black suit—storms through the main hall. AGENT J (Will Smith) and AGENT K stand by a high-tech coffee machine, arguing about paperwork. ET slams her badge on the table, startling them.
ET (voice raised, fed up):
Alright, listen up, Agents!
You've been looking for aliens in all the wrong places.
I've been right here, hiding in plain sight,
And y'all still can't see what's right in front of your faces!
AGENT J (Will Smith) (grinning, trying to lighten the mood):
Whoa, slow down, Special K!
You need to chill, girl—grab a donut or somethin'.
ET (pointing at J, fierce):
Don't call me Special K like I'm some cereal prize,
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Not 'cause I'm special needs,
But 'cause I never got special treatment,
And you still don't get it!
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You're making a scene, K.
We're just doing our jobs.
ET (rolling her eyes):
Doing your jobs?
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Every time the truth shows up,
You're aiming at the messenger,
Not the message.
AGENT J (raising an eyebrow):
So what, you're saying you're not an alien?
ET (smirking):
I'm as human as you are, J.
Difference is, I see what you refuse to see.
You're so busy chasing little green men,
You miss the big picture—
The real invasion is ignorance,
And you're letting it run wild!
AGENT K (sighing):
We follow orders, K.
That's what keeps the world spinning.
ET (stepping closer, voice commanding):
Maybe it's time to stop spinning in circles.
Maybe it's time to wake up and see who's really pulling the strings.
You want to save the world?
Start by opening your damn eyes.
She grabs her badge, turns on her heel, and storms out, leaving J and K speechless. The other agents stare, some finally looking thoughtful.
AGENT J (quietly, to K):
Man… I think she just neuralyzed my whole brain.
FADE OUT.
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