Memories of the EMTs placing my brother into the ambulance haunted me. I felt guilty for dragging him into my mess with Enrique. My family was used to Renato and Savio having problems with enemies since one was the enforcer and the other was the Don of the family. Being the lawyer, I usually stayed under the radar.
The fear in Cora’s eyes as Enrique held the gun to her head had almost destroyed me. If I’d died protecting her, it would have been worth it. Enrique thought kidnapping Cora would bring me to my knees, but it only stoked the fire in my belly that demanded I kill him.
The water from the shower cascaded down my back, washing away the aches from all the running and fighting. Cora got up an hour ago despite me trying to keep her in bed. She wanted to cook breakfast for the family
