We were alone for the entire duration. I had no idea if Sal remained nearby, or if I’d been left entirely alone with Rico, which is why it startled me when the door clicked open. I couldn’t see who had entered, but I could see Rico when his chin lifted, and his spine went rigid. His response sent a new surge of panic racing through my veins. “Frederico, tell me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe the boss gave orders for retribution just yet.” The voice was confident, steeped in power and control. Rico paled, but his rigid stance remained unyielding. “They took the life of my cousin—there must be blood taken in return.” The newcomer strolled closer until I could see his penetrating eyes holding Rico captive. He was older than me, perhaps late thirties, and much more refined than my torturer.
