JUNIOR’s Ultimate Arrest
The city awoke that morning to the sound of disturbing sirens.
They cut through the dawn calm like an omen, piercing and persistent as they echoed along Boston's small streets.
Rafael Cortez Jr. awoke to the sound of a beating on the door. He was in a magnificent penthouse— one of Raphael Cortez hidden properties overlooking the Charles River.
"Boston PD!" "Open up!" The voice outside sounded stern, demanding, and definitive.
Junior's heart smashed into his ribs. His world— founded on arrogance, charm, and silent brutality, was gradually coming to an end.
He lurched out of bed, shirt partially buttoned, his head racing. The leftovers of his night lay on the kitchen counter: an empty glass of scotch, a strewn deck of poker chips, and a gun he hadn't used y
