Chapter 54: El Santo's Invitation
(Damon's POV)
El Santo stood frozen, his eyes bloodshot and fists clenched at his sides. Two of his men dragged Mateo's lifeless body away, leaving a trail of disturbed dust.
Richard waved his hand casually, gesturing for El Santo to speak. "Apologize to Mr. Thorne, Santo. It's only polite."
El Santo trembled, rage radiating off him in waves, but the barrel of a rifle nudged his shoulder. One of Richard's bodyguards stared him down. El Santo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Richard chuckled, shaking his head. "Forgive him, Damon. He's from a small town and hasn't seen much of the world. He and his brother grew up together, so he's taking this hard. Don't mind him."
One of the bodyguards handed me a pristine white handkerchief. I took it
