Chapter 14: Luis

The funeral is well attended. I expected nothing less given Manuel's standing in both the legitimate community and the underworld. I'm standing in the graveyard, watching as they lower my father's body into the ground. Arturo stands beside me, a hand on my shoulder. I feel grief, anger, sadness, betrayal. But I stay impassive, the heir to the throne. The priest says a last few words and then it's over. People are walking up to me, shaking my hand, shaking Arturo's, murmuring their condolences.

My father's good friend, Tom Garcia, snags my shoulders with his arm. "Walk with me, Luis."

He turns me and we take a few steps. Then he stops, gazes hard at Arturo who's following. "Just Luis." Arturo stops, his face a rock, his dark eyes holding lethal promises.

As we walk away from the group, he looks around. "Where's the bodyguard?"

His question seems odd. "You mean Lena? She's home."

"Alive?"

I nod. I have the need to defend Lena. "She killed five men trying to save my father. She save