Dante
The drive back to Aléjandro's home was quieter than our ride to the Ruiz home. There were the few minutes when Aléjandro called his father. My observation was that Jorge Roríguez was a man of few words. When Aléjandro questioned the reasoning behind the change from me to Rei, Jorge simply said it was his decision and he stood by it. My brother-in-law may feel sorry for me, but I wouldn't doubt that his loyalties lay with his brother.
He pulled the Porsche into the garage. The slamming of doors echoed throughout the garage, around a large SUV, a black Mercedes, and a sharp Ducati motorcycle.
Mia met us in the kitchen. “It didn't go well." Her voice lacked emotion, as if she could read the anguish on my face.
Instead of answering, I sat in one of the tall chairs at their kitchen
