Elijah Vega.
“Eighteen men. That’s all we need to take over Father’s wing in thirty minutes.” Rodrigo taps the table. He is not sure if we can pull it off.
“With Enid weak as he is.” I crack open a can of Coke. “We could do it in twenty. But sure, thirty sounds respectful.”
Everything is aligned. The foreign mercenaries are already stationed. 12:00 AM sharp—they move. The plan is already carved into my skull. At midnight, the storage units go up in flames because it is the distraction loud enough to pull half the security detail away, nice and far from where I need them. Then, we split.
Half of the men handle Father. Not that he’ll go quietly. I already warned the gangsters not to underestimate him. Old doesn’t mean harmless. He’s got weapons strapped to every wall in his bedroom fo
