Cuco’s pov;
It was my first time in Maldini’s home, but it didn’t feel so, due to all the stories I’d heard from the other guys.
It was like a palace and almost everything had a touch of gold, gold that seemed genuine. He was indeed the richest mafioso In New Mexico.
“So,” he started, making me snap my eyes from the golden dragon statue at the side of the room. The same kind of dragon tattoos that all Los Toros members had. “Let’s talk like civilized men,” he chuckled. “It’s so late and I should be asleep, but you’re an important man to me. You know that?”
I didn’t answer. I had no time to exchange fake pleasantries. He was acting like I was a guest who had just come for dinner, rather than to war. He had gestured with an open for me to enter the living room.
“Come on Cuco. I know tha
