Chapter 22: Luis

We take the spoils of the war back to my territory. Renaldo, hands secured behind his back. I tell Emiliano to take him down to the cells where Tom' other son is secured and wait for me there. I tell Lena to go to our room and I meet Arturo in the study, alone. He looks solemn. "I didn't know –" he starts, but I cut him off.

"You're a fuck up, Arturo. Always out for a good time. Want to drink and fuck around. Forgetting about your responsibilities."

Arturo glares at me. "Not always. I got to the warehouse in time."

"In time for what? How the hell did you even know to come to the warehouse?"

"Old man Garcia told me where you were…" Then he stops. "Fuck."

"Funny how that works out. Tom set you up too. If not for Lena, you'd be dead as well."

"No." Arturo shakes his head. He doesn't want to be indebted to Lena.

I wonder briefly if his parents were cousins, he's so goddamn fucking slow. "Tom knew about Lena. Did you know? But he underestimated her. Like you did. Like I did. Fuck. So