“Where’s the girl?” One of Castillo’s men, one I particularly detested, got up in my face.
“None of your fuckin’ business. Where’s Castillo?”
He just glared at me and didn’t move.
“I’ve been on the run, estupido,” I acted annoyed. “I need to know what I’m walkin’ into. I still don’t know who ambushed me before. Maybe you’d like to tell me?”
His jaw ticked, and he rolled his eyes like the punk he was. “Go upstairs.” He waved at me.
I made my way toward the stairs, then took two at time and scanned the area as I went.
“Eight guards in the front and two at the base of the stairs.” I spoke quickly into my com. “I’m on the second floor and—” I stopped hard as I came face to face with Alejandro.
Shit.
This was one of those moments you could never prepare for. A moment that could take dow
