Max's eyes locked on the three approaching figures, and more importantly, the three barrels now pointed directly at his face. He raised his hands slowly above his head, backing away from the burly man who had broken off from the trio.
"Listen, man, you don't have to do this. I'll just leave, I don't want any trouble," Max begged.
Just as he finished his plea, a fourth figure emerged from behind the Brotherhood guards.
"I'm sorry, Max. I truly am," Paulo said, before confirming to the guards, "It's him."
"You double-crossing bastard!" Max hissed. "You dirty treacherous piece of s**t!"
"Get down on your knees," the approaching man ordered, butting the end of his rifle powerfully into Max's gut.
The air rushed out of Max's lungs, like an erupting geyser, as he tumbled to his knees, d
