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CARLOS
Gabriela stammered, “He’s going to kill me when he finds out. I’m dead meat.”
It wasn’t just the threat of her father’s reaction when he found out she’d been holed up here, alone, sans chaperone. Although having El Jefe mad at you would be reason enough to walk around wide-eyed, shaking her head.
I knew enough from seeing my men after their first kill: the dazed look, stiff posture, and a glass of alcohol to anesthetize what they’d seen, to recognize her signs of shock after the shooting.
“Do we need wine?” Gabriela asked on cue.
“One glass. And you need to get in the hot tub. It’ll take the chill away.” I said, noticing that she was hunched around her center, as if a sudden iciness had hit her core. “Look.” I pushed the button that caused frothy foam to cover the surface o
