Cuco’s pov;
I stared straight ahead. This was going to make me like the men I hated, men like Fernando, ass lickers.
“There are no terms,” I said finally, realizing that this was the only choice I had. “I don’t kneel.”
“You don’t have to kneel,” he replied. “Just stand with us.”
I stared at him, wondering what exactly he wanted out of all this.
Then, slowly, I said, “I’ll do it.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly as though he hadn’t expected me to give in so quickly. “You’ll join us?”
The Pesos had fallen, so I had no one to tell me that I betrayed my own family and this could be my only chance to hit Maldini where it hurt most.
“I’ll join the Toros,” I repeated. “But I have conditions.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Of course you do.”
“I want Fernando to return every cent he
