Cuco’s pov
I didn't know what I was going to say when I met him. As I hadn't seen him… I hadn't seen him face to face. And since I joined the gang I hadn't even seen him at all…
He always stayed nowhere. Always moving. Always travelling. And never through the same form of transportation twice... If he took a plane last week, he's probably taking a submarine the next. A scheming squirrel of a man. But no coward, that was for sure.
And now that same man wanted to see me?...
So much had happened in one night and I was still reeling. I had done things I didn't even think through. I just did them… And I didn't even realise how much they'd do to me?
The sudden respect and power. Everyone singing my name, and praising me. Giving me free beer I didn't ask for. Doing favors without questionin
