War never sleeps—it only waits.

After the fall of Don Machete and the brutal resurgence of the Cali Cartel, Isabella faces her darkest trial yet. Medellín burns under a bloody silence, and every severed head is a message announcing the inevitable war of bloodlines.

Now a mother and a queen, Isabella knows that power does not just consume—it hunts. Mateo has hardened through training, while Camila toys with butterfly knives as if they were dolls. The line between innocence and cruelty has vanished in the next generation of her empire.

A chilling note—"You're next, bitch"—marks the beginning of the hunt. Without tears or screams, Isabella unearths what she buried for this inevitable day: weapons, money, and Rafael's ring, the eternal symbol of a blood oath.