Cuco’s pov;
I couldn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I left seeing the same thing, Rico’s knife slicing into my uncle’s neck. Saw Sanchez’s gun aimed at me and the look of pure darkness and intent to murder on Rico’s face and the fear my uncle tried to hide.
I sat on the other side of the bed in the room. It was Fernando’s room and I was grateful he had brought me here. I had nowhere else to go.
Going to the hotel was going to be risky as everyone would be on the lookout for me now. Pictures had already been printed, perhaps.
I had scattered and rearranged the Glock five times in order to keep myself from thinking. I didn’t want my thoughts to eat me alive.
Pesos had come for me this time .
Not Los Toros or Maldini.
My own people.
That truth hurt more than the bullet in my
