Chapter 10 - Guns and Goons

Are these the people threatening the Dela Priegos?

I eyed the rugged jackets and tacky pants. They look like gangsters; they’re also bulky and tan. I saw from my peripheral view that a man pulled something from his jacket. I knew exactly what it was, and before the little fucker could get it from the pocket, I aimed at his hand, and the bullet flew fast the moment I pulled the trigger. A moan escaped the man’s mouth holding his bleeding hand.

Both men are down. I squatted in front of the man and looked at his face intently. He seemed like the leader as he was the one giving orders to his friend. The man could only glare at me; his ribs might’ve been broken from the strong kick a while ago. The woman can fight, but the man didn’t look impressed. He looked annoyed while I picked something out of the pocket of his jacket.

A smile slowly appeared on my face eyeing the man’s identification card. I turned to the man with the bloody hand and also got his ID. I slid the cards in my back poc