Chapter Twenty-six
Sofia had walked into the office trussed up in an arm sling and straight into a ranting and raving until she saw RJ swinging a gun around. She’d just come back from the hospital and the drugs were working their magic. Maybe she was hallucinating. She had to be, as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He’d lost his mind, and she had a front row seat to the show played out. RJ was holding court. Laura, Manny, and everyone else all stood listening as he recounted what had happened the night Don Roberto died.
“He sat on that horse like a king, sitting on a throne. His regal attitude as he told me I wouldn’t inherit a penny of Huerta Cigars.” RJ lit a cigar, took a long draw, and let the smoke work its way out of his mouth, savoring the audience more than the delicate
