I step out of my private wing, and as I make my way downstairs, I cross paths with several of my men. They all greet me politely and with respect. They depend on me—their families live off the money they earn working for me—and here I am, risking everything for a woman.
I exit the house through the back door and head toward the source of the gunfire. At this time of the morning, Jenkins is most likely conducting her shooting class. The guys are improving a lot—it’s obvious. Plus, they seem comfortable around her, even Gambo treats her with respect and warmth.
I find Lagos shooting, with Oscar beside him. A bit farther away, Gambo watches as Jenkins instructs my brother on how to properly hold the rifle. I approach and remain silent, observing as my brother smiles while she positions hers
