Cuco’s pov;
There was nothing but hardness in his eyes as he looked at me.
Gonzales Neverdes stepped fully into the light. He looked older than I remembered, deeper lines on his face, more gray in his beard, but his eyes were the same. Sharp and calculative.
“Cuco,” he said in his thick Mexican accent, his eyes on my chained wrist. “Get these off him.”
That was when I realized that he hadn’t come alone. There was about four men behind him, their weapons drawn.
I couldn’t say a word, but just stayed, watching them slid the key into the cuffs and unlocking it. The cuff and away, hitting the griubd with a jingling sound.
I flexed my hands slowly, blood rushing back into my fingers. “You came… for me?”
Gonzales didn’t answer right away. His eyes darted briefly to the two guards sprawl
