3:30 PM
Both Ramon and Anton frowned holding on their hands.
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!"
Like a mind reader, both lowered their guns meekly.
Being scared was nothing to be ashamed of.
He was their boss…
Men stepped up.
Only cowards run.
"Go sit down… you too!" pointing at Luis as he passed over him.
Panic pressed against the walls.
Remo could only stare on their reactions. It wasn't what he imagined.
But he anticipated Abel's next move --- control the story!
Suits fine…
"Move your ass, Ramon. That spot is mine!" he barked.
Not shocked, he instantly, he stands up resigned and positioned himself at the back of the sofa.
"As you wish boss," giving a behaved squeeze.
Really, it was his place.
Guilts rides him hard...
Why?
Abel was a bad ass even during their time in Nicaragua. And he's been contracted before with very successful huge hits.
The reasons Nikolas Madura have chosen him become their leader.
