~Roman~ My hands have taken countless lives, and I never repent for any of them, believing I’m doing the world a favor by reducing the number of criminals wandering on the streets. I’m not a saint or hero, and never will I be. Since Abuelo died and I sat as Uno of the Outlaws, I’ve deterred myself from praying or setting foot in churches. I’m a sinner. I sold my soul to the devil for the greater good, and I’m aware that the time will come when I have to pay for my sins. Is this the price I had to pay? The media, cops, ambulance, and feds beat us in reaching the warehouse where Viviana offered herself as a sacrificial lamb to save Maya. A bullet grazed her right arm and leg, that’s what the doctors said, both flesh wounds, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes when the
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