Chapter 58: Conspiracy and Conversation
(Scarlet's POV)
Two corpses lay on the dining room floor, their stillness a grim contrast to the violence that had just occurred. Mateo Jr. snapped his fingers, and his men brought in heavy, black waterproof tarps. They worked with practiced efficiency, rolling the bodies up and sealing them with duct tape like discarded refuse. Mateo Jr. then gestured for us to follow him into the living room.
"I didn't expect you to have such an adventurous spirit," Mateo Jr. said, pouring himself a drink. "This is quite different from what we agreed on."
Damon sat on the leather sofa, crossing his legs casually. "The result is the same, isn't it?"
Mateo Jr. chuckled, a harsh sound in the quiet room. He noticed me standing stiffly by the armrest, my body
