MIGUEL
I could see the fear in her eyes. Yes. She should be scared of me. Maybe she hadn't the slightest idea what I am capable of. How dangerous I can be. She looked down at the gun in my hand and swallowed hard. My boys went over to her and dragged her forward until she stood in front of me.
“You really thought you could succeed with your childish escape plan? Do you know the punishment for defying me?” I asked her.
“You tell me.” She tried to look defiant. But I could see through her. The fear she felt beneath the layers of thick skin.
“Death.” I announced.
“Kill me then. Death is better than this life you want to subject me to.”
I admired her bravery. But I couldn't let it show. I hated disrespect. If I don't curb her now, she might turn out to be more trouble later. If I look
