I should’ve known peace wouldn’t last. Not after everything.
Mark had killed Cholo. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a message. And people like Cholo? They didn’t die without leaving behind a mess.
The mess came two days later.
It started when Mark got a call. We were in the kitchen. I was making coffee while Mark leaned against the counter, shirtless, looking so good it was almost unfair. For once, things felt… normal. Easy.
Then his phone buzzed.
I didn’t think much of it at first. Not until I saw his face go blank the second he read the screen.
“Who is it?” I asked, setting my mug down.
He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing under his skin as he stared at his phone like it might explode.
“Mark?” I tried again, my chest already feeling tight.
He sighed an
