Jorge quickly holds a knife to my throat. Aiden's entire body goes still—his gun aimed squarely at Jorge, but his finger frozen on the trigger. One wrong move, and that blade could slit my damn throat before he even gets the shot off.
“If it isn’t Mr Aiden,trying to be a hero”.
“Jorge. Last warning. Drop the knife.Don’t make me paint this floor with your brains.“
Jorge laughs low, fingers tightening on me.
“Looks like we have a standoff, Mr. Aiden. How amusing. What are you gonna do now, huh? I want to see you suffer Aiden.Suffer for killing my wife.”
“No maté a tu maldita esposa,cabrón.¿Quieres hacerme sufrir?No creo que estés en posición de negociar aquí.Don't be a damn fool... you have no leverage here.No hagas estupideces!!”
TRANSLATION-(I didn’t kill your damn wife.You want to m
