Get On The Bed

Alejandro was a calm man. He was so cool and was always quiet compared to the other men in the Mexican Mafia. But the coolest was often the deadliest. He doesn't give orders twice. Once he had said something, he would not repeat it. And if it was not carried out, the consequences were rash.

 What he told those men was simply to take Avril to his room. He did not ask them to hurt her even if she tried to escape. It was a simple instruction, and they failed to carry it out. He located the men easily. They were standing in the lower living room, talking with other me. When they all saw Alejandro approaching with that familiar dark face of his, and a gun, they knew trouble was looming. They just didn't know who made him angry this time.

“Both of you, on the floor,” he ordered while moving his gun from the first man to the other. 

“Boss,” one of them called pleadingly.

“On—the—floor,” he g