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Carlos stormed into the room, slamming the door against the wall with a satisfying c***k. He wanted to do the same thing to that fucker keeping Pilar from him.
He stalked across the room and threw the pictures at Juan. “Who is this man? Who is he?”
Juan looked up at him. His lip was split with dried blood trailing from it. His nose sat at an angle, more dried blood around that. His eyes were purple and bruised, one barely open. He smelled even worse than he did the day before. He listed to the side slightly, as though he couldn’t sit up straight.
The sight made Carlos want to grin. It wouldn’t be long before Juan cracked and gave them what they wanted, whether they had Pilar or not.
“I apologize,” Juan said through clenched teeth. “I’m unable to catch things at the moment.”
Carlos
