Cuco’s pov;
Loud music blasted through the stereo, threatening to rupture my eardrums. Gold lights flickered against the walls and the smell of cigar and alcohol filled the air.
You could hear laughters and giggles from every corner. They were celebrating the fall of Aaron Bell and my entrance into the Los toros gang and Maldini had provided enough women and drinks as entertainment.
A hand clapped down on my shoulder hard enough to push me forward.
“You did it, hermano!” one of the men shouted over the music. “You’re finally a real man!”
I forced a smile.
“It was a lucky shot,” I replied over the music, hating that I had to shout.
He laughed loudly. “Three shots isn’t what I’d call luck, man.”
“Mmm,” I smiled back at him, my mind going back to that day.
I had heard nothing and I h
