Jayden’s POV
The lives of Moi Padre and freaking Kelvin are in my hands… perhaps I should let them perish!
‘Steal the show, annoy the f**k out of them, pollute their plans, and blow their brains off!’
Reciting my laid-out plans in my head, I subconsciously tap the wheel with my thumb, drowning in the depths of my plan.
My eyes are ahead, directly locked on my phone screen. There's a fifteen-minute timer set on it, telling me when it's right to strike.
“El Russo.” I scoff, f*****g counting down to his death with my timer.
I'm behind the wheel of my black tainted car, that's in line with the others in a convoy, so I easily go undetected.
"Hmm,"
Disgust is written on my face as I watch Moi Padre and his favorite son get out of the car they came by.
El Russo is just by the ga
