Chapter 19 Smoky, Bloody Eyes

• JUAN MIGUEL
• I watched as the smoke curled in a lazy dance but I didn't feel the usual sense of calm it usually brought. I could not get Enzo's face out of my head—that look of defiance and fear. The idiot had sold us out. Same idiot I had helped three years ago and gave him protection and now he was fat and greedy and had asked for 60% of the sales of drugs and guns because he said he had met the buyers first and then he had snitched on us.
• I would deal with him and there would be no turning back. My hand gripped the whiskey glass more tightly. Men like Enzo understood the language but it felt it was right to do as they please just because he got Senator Alberto on his side.