*Marcelo’s POV*
I licked my dry lips before clearing my throat. If he was trying to make me nervous, he was definitely succeeding. I’m not one to run in fear when put face to face with a gun, but I don’t have my gun accessible right now. Plus, there were two of them.
“Have a drink.” Samuel said, pushing my glass closer.
“Is this spiked?” I asked him as I picked it up, making him chuckle.
“Nah. That’s not our thing.” He replied as he swirled his drink before bringing it to his lips.
“Yeah. We would just go straight for the kill.” Leo said, making me massage my tense neck.
“Okay.” I said, taking a sip from my drink before setting it down. “I know you don’t like me.” I said, looking Leo in the eyes before continuing. “And I get it. I’m not a fan of you either.”
“Glad we are on
