Club Soda

The cars halted in front of a club; it was boldly inscribed club soda above the roof. One of the guys from the car at the back came to them and opened the car for her; Elena stepped out of the black Mercedes Benz with a solemn expression on her face; she looked just as intimidating as the others and she didn’t even have to hold out a gun like the rest of the men.

Yes, she had her gun close; it was tucked into the inner pocket of her satin black robe. Elena turned back to the second car, waiting for Mateo to lead the way but he first lit his cigarette with his back against the car, he puffed the smoke into the air and watched it vanish.

Mateo was the oldest of the Capos; he was probably in his mid forties. He was less aggressive and more silent but yet the most dangerous of them all; by that, he wasn’t evil or heartless, but he was a badass with a gun; this was because he had trained in the force but unfortunately, he didn’t make it into the army; they offered him a lower position in t