OWNED BY THE MAFIA DON
I went in through the hidden entrance I put Quetzal through just the night before.
I first checked for our money stash, it was still there, meaning Quetzal hadn’t left yet, that could be good news or really bad news. I refused to believe that it could be the latter. I looked around the garden and grabbed the most practical farming tool that I could use as a weapon, a sickle. It was light weight, fit perfectly in my hand, and had been recently sharpened so the blade glinted. I contemplated going back to get Hakan to help me, but if Quetzal was in trouble, seconds could mean the difference between saving her and losing her, I couldn’t risk wasting time to go to him.