Chapter 57: Drug Conspiracy and Sudden Turn
(Scarlet's POV)
El Santo wasn't in a rush to kill us. After satisfying his beastly lust upstairs, he decided it was time to satisfy his stomach.
I followed Damon downstairs, my legs feeling heavy and leaden. In the living room, a man sat waiting. He looked like a younger, sharper version of the cartel boss.
"My youngest brother," El Santo introduced, slicing into a rare steak. "On the streets, they call him El Menor."
He looked at least ten years younger than El Santo. He was burly, with a terrifying presence. One of his eyes was clouded with a milky grey film, blind and dead. A jagged scar ran from his left lip up to his cheekbone, twisting his face into a permanent, sinister grimace.
With El Menor's arrival, El Santo's attitude shif
