Chapter 14 The Devil In A Meeting

• JUAN MIGUEL.
• Smoke filled the room thick enough to go round and drift into our nose. On the dark paneled walls, the sharp clink of glasses and the low hum of muted conversations echoed and bounced back. Deep shadows were cast on the faces of my closest men and brothers-in-arms by a single bulb that hung over the enormous oak table. It was the only source of light and I loved how the room looked so dark and perfect, the devil never loved light in the first place.
• I stared at the face of these men, those who had died and bled alongside me, men who understood what it was like to live in this world between law and disorder. A world where mercy was an abomination and we wore power and revenge like a cloak.