Telica
Jan 02,2020, Washington DC
One minute I was admiring Alcino’s body and the next he was jumping on top of me. The breath in my body was knocked out. Mila’s scream made my eardrums vibrate and silence my thoughts.
“What the hell was going on?” I stared wide eyed at Alcino.
Alcino pulled his gun from somewhere on his body. “Keep your head down.”
Eleuterio had Mila’s head cradled against his chest. His gun was drawn and he was already returning fire. Siriano moved to the small window in the kitchen and was firing out of it. Squinting, I noticed that the house behind this one, had lights. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Was the Mexican mafia out there? Could it be the DEA thinking this was a trap house? No, the DEA wouldn’t shoot first without identifying themselves.
My n*****s
