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This is bad. I’m good at fighting, but I can’t just… hurt someone who is sitting on the ground, staring at me.

You have to.

You fucking have to.

I let the thought spur me into action, and I slam my fist into his nose.

Luca doesn’t doshit.

I do it again. Again. His back. His shoulders. By the time I’m done, he’s a bloody fucking mess, but he’s still breathing.

That, I know.

I open the door, motioning for the goon. “Done,” I grunt.

The goon stares at me.

“He’s not fuckin’ dead,” I snarl. “I know who he is and I know Benicio wants him alive.”

It’s a lie.

But I don’t know what else to do.

The goon stares at me again.

“Take. Him. And. I’m. Going. To. Benicio,” I repeat slowly.

That seems to get some traction. The goon hauls Luca up, and I walk to the edge of the hallway…

Then I turn.

I mark the door that the guard slams Luca into before quickly pivoting and dashing up the stairs.

I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I need to tell Benicio some bullshit, butfirst…

I need to find Johnny.

Luca doesn’t deserve this shit. I’m not going to tell his wife that he fucking died in a basement in Brazil.

And, if Johnny wants out…

I think I might be able to get the both of them gone before Benicio can fuck with them any more.

23

MARISOL

The rain feelsincessant at this point.

It is, actually. According to the news station, which I briefly overhear on the radio as I walk the halls of my father’s home like a ghost, this level of rain is starting to cause problems in the flood plains along the river.

I sigh.

I wish it would cause problems here.

Nothing short of an act of God will help me now.

My footsteps echo on the stone floors as I meander through the compound.

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