Like Anatoly, Raoul was born a bastard, but he hails from the Falcao cartel in Colombia. He was never supposed to be in the line of succession—bastards being barred from inheriting the family name and all that—but when the war between my family and his escalated, Raoul was the only surviving offspring. His father offered him up as a sacrifice. A peace offering to save his own life and assure us the cartel had no plans to continue operating in our territory.
My father then gave Raoul to me as some kind of twisted consolation. As if killing Raoul might erase the fact that his family killed mine.
But one death would never satisfy my rage. Anyway, it felt like a waste of his talents.
Instead of killing him, I gave him a job.
I fall back a step so I’m walking between Raoul and Anatoly. “Goo
