“Damn! I told you to lay low.”
“I did. I didn't know he had found me out.” Russell said, holding onto his chest.
“And your phone, you couldn't answer calls?” Rodriguez asked in a harsh tone.
“I really was in a conversation with him, didn't think it was really necessary.”
“Well, you thought wrong?” Rodriguez said, taking a seat and spinning it in frustration.
“So they are dead? Both of ‘em?”
“Yes Dad. He shot one and his men shot the other.”
“Those are two of my most trusted men. Damn it!”
Marcelo walked in with his headphones on, with his attention glued to his phone. He muttered a haphazard greeting and was heading to his room. Then he had a quick glance at them, behold Russell’s white was covered with blood.
“Russell, what happened?” Marcelo asked in genuine concern.
“It isn't
