***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE***
*Edgardo’s POV*
I almost lost my shīt earlier when Paolo called me. The fact that I was so far away had me anxious.
“Would you stop moving already?” Alberto growled, forcing my leg to stop bouncing as I rubbed my palms against my pants.
When Alberto found out about Pen, he told me to go with him and had that asšhole drive us. But not even that asšhole’s presence could ruin shīt for me.
Alberto’s phone rang, making him mutter in annoyance as he lifted the phone to his ear. “What?” He hissed, the anger rolling off him in waves.
“Cazzo!” He cursed as he connected his fist against the headrest in front of him. “Get me names. I’m sure it was the Mexican cartel. They’ve been trying to take over and must have heard that I haven’t returned.”
I listen
