Bloody

“If you ever had to choose between Louis and me, who would you go with?”

“Choose as in?”

“Let’s say you wouldn’t be able to see the other person ever again”

That wasn’t even something I had to think about.

“If not for Louis you would have sent my body to my dad and he would have fed it to vultures.”

The words came out laced with hurt. I had forgotten about that and he just had to bring it back.

I sat up, ignoring the pain in my stomach, and removed his hands from me. “I’d choose Louis over and over again.”

He said nothing. Just stood up from my bed and left my room.

That was the end of any situation ship between Carlos and me.

One evening we had visitors. Some guys who worked for the Dos Santos.

They brought bad news.

One of their hideouts and been attached and five men were killed.

Louis looked like he wanted to explode, and Juan looked like he wanted to cry. Only Carlos seemed calm.

“Did you drop a message?”

The guys looked at Carlos, surprised. “Yes, they did”

The one named Jose op