Carla
As the men return from throwing Mr Ferdinand into the sea, my mind is filled with thoughts of the man’s dejected look just now. So he's dead, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. He is killed in the same manner he kills others. Helplessly and mercilessly - with no evidence to trace.
It's true what they say, “if you choose to live by the gun, you die by the gun.”
What about Don Angelo? How many lives has he claimed with those hands? What kind of world is he ruling?
“Don,” I hear someone speak in front of me, yet I am only seeing him now. I guess the shock is just too much for me. So much so that, everything is zoned out of my mind.
“Remember our agreement.” Don Angelo says curtly, as he drags me away from the young man whose gaze is fixed on where Mr Ferdinand has been t
