TAP. TAP. TAP.
“I’m comin' bro! Give me two seconds!” Julian yelled, zipping up his pants and pulling on a white wife-beater.
He marched over, swinging the heavy door open. I sat up, pulling the crisp white sheet tightly against my chest as I looked past his broad shoulders. Martinez was standing in the hallway, barefoot, wearing a black hoodie and checkered pajama pants, his long hair pulled up in a messy bun, but his face was incredibly grim.
“Look man, I’m sorry to disturb y'all, but we got a problem.”
"What's wrong?" Julian asked flatly, his voice dropping into that dangerous, lethal street register.
"Homie I’m working with in the feds just hit my line. The roundup didn’t go as planned," Martinez stated plainly, running a hand over his face. "Jefe’s main captains got locked up, bu
