As I strode out of the meeting hall, one of my cousins from the Alonsos stopped me in my tracks to exchange pleasantries.
Just then, Alex got a call and he leaned in close to me.
“I gotta leave now, Man” He said, showing me his screen.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, my tone low.
“I don’t know how much longer you could stay and I just have to go get this fixed. Pick me up on the road. And, wipe off this scowl on your face. People are watching.” He playfully punched my arm to make me smile.
I ground my jaw, “Get lost, Fool”
He broke into laughter, scurrying away.
I turned my attention back to the person who was trying to talk to me, placing my hand on my gun which was still in my pocket.
I had to stay alert—I just couldn’t risk it, especially when Marcel was here and I was certai
