Cuco’s pov;
The words kept playing in my head until we got to the house.
All pesos members were gathered in the hall, their eyes drawn tight with both worry and fear.
Everyone knows what happens now. We were all as good as dead. Me especially.
If I was a dead man when the bounty was placed on my head, now, I was a gone man.
I stood near the wall, placing my back to it, occasionally glancing at the men whose eyes I could feel on me now. I knew without a doubt that the men had already known about the bounty.
Armando paced at the center of the hall, his phone pressed to his ear and his jaw set tight.
“Maldini didn’t just escape,” I heard a man behind me saying and strained my ear to listen. “He was burst out by Los Toros men.”
That got my attention.
The Los Toros had dared to attack
