Carlos Sierra

Carlos Sierra is a man of dangerous contradictions. He wears bespoke Italian suits to cover the bullet scars on his left shoulder—scars that still tremble when the rain falls. He has a peculiar habit of counting the beads on his mother's wooden rosary while planning an assassination, yet simultaneously funnels a quarter of his cocaine profits to secretly fund soup kitchens for the poor.

His hardness was forged in a childhood spent polishing the boots of assassins, a past that instilled in him a violent hatred for bullies. When he laid eyes on Lara at the orphanage, he didn't see a weak child; he saw the reflection of his own old soul that was crushed long ago. He never smiles in meetings, but acts as the silent guardian in the shadows. His loyalty to his men is absolute, but his code is strict: anyone who harms a woman or a child faces the barrel of his gold-plated revolver without hesitation. Carlos is the beast who protects the lambs, the king who prefers to walk unrecognized through the dark alleys of Bogotá.