Jessica
"Where the hell is the damn kid, Jessica?" he yells in my face, eyes blazing, breathing heavily like an enraged bull. "I told you, damn it! Not to come back here without that child in your arms. Do you think you're dealing with a child?"
With every word he spoke, my body shrank. Fear gnawed at my bones. My feet seemed rooted to the cold floor of that stuffy mansion, hidden deep within the farm. A property surrounded by high walls, cameras in every corner, fierce dogs at the gates, and the acidic smell of grease mixed with the sweat of the men working in the clandestine workshops nearby. It was the center of the Gurgel family's dirty empire, where blood flows behind the scenes and dollar signs shine in the "wrong" hands.
"You lost a child of mine. You have an obligation to give
