CUCO’s pov;
My hands were still shoved deeper in my pocket as I talked with Fernando when a guard walked towards us, prompting silence.
“Boss wants you,” he said, not meeting my eyes and that alone told me something was wrong.
Was this about Maldini? My uncle’s words came to my head again and I wondered if he had somehow escaped.
I forced myself to remain calm as I followed him.
Inside, Armando was already there with three other men. Gonzalez wasn’t there. The boss the guards had called was probably Armando.
Guns and maps were scarrered across the table.
“You’re late,” Armando said as soon as I entered, without even glancing at me.
“I came as soon as I got your summon,” I replied.
Armando raised his head and studied me for a while before nodding to one of the men. “Tell him.”
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