LUNA | SESENTA Y UNO
“HOW was the task I gave you, Aran?” asked Damon España before putting the cigarette butt between his lips. He was sitting on a chair on the grass lawn of his house. Across the small table seats one of his men, Aran Mendes.
Hindi inaalis ni España ang tingin sa kaharap niyang tauhan kahit na inilapag ng isang tauhan niya ang isang bote ng alak at dalawang babasaging baso.
He crossed his legs, taking another puff from his expensive cigarette. Marahan niyang pinagpag ang sigarilyo para alisin ang abo nito sa dulo at hinayaang bumagsak iyon sa bermuda grass na nagsilbing sahig ng maliit na grass lawn sa labas ng kanyang bahay.
His house, his mansion, was located nearly on a cliff — where you will see the nice view of the city if you look forward but once your eyes g
