Chapter 20
Carlos had been in the service of the Puentes family for four years now. He had always liked Pablo. It was a good job. The hall was silent and empty as he stood vigilant outside the master bedroom. It was another day in the gorgeous Puentes compound.
Yet he shifted nervously. A few days ago he’d been a nobody, happily serving under
the protective paycheck of the Puentes security detail. A simple red beret. Juan was his comandante, Pablo was his master. All the guards knew the money came from their pátron, but Juan would give out assignments, positions, and logistics.
When Pablo requested Carlos for his personal security, Juan could only agree. His red beret was switched for the coveted black of Pablo’s personal guards. It was a position many had their eyes on. But Carlos had
