Cuco’s pov;
I furrowed my brows, wondering if I’d misheard him. Me by his side? What the f**k does that even mean?
“What do you mean?”
He grinned. “I’m sure you know exactly what I mean, Cuco.”
I clenched my fist. “The pesos are my family…”
“But it doesn’t exist anymore. I believe you to be a smart man, Cuco. You should be calculative.”
I said nothing.
“You think that detective would save you from my father’s wrath?” He shook his head. “You’re either for my papa, or you’re against him.”
“I will not!” I stressed my words as I spoke. “I will never ally with my enemies,” I said, walking away.
It was as though I was holding my breath until I got back to the cell room.
I would be going against every mafian code if I were to ally with Detective Moss and I could never join Maldini, not
