The fastest start in César's life was this one and it was a mess, tangled in bullshit that came out of nowhere like a fucking peek-a-boo. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem as he had always started things like this. Jumping straight in, no hesitation, no plan, just pulling the trigger, but nothing had ever been like this.
Chaos could be the perfect place to grow, to fight, to become stronger. But not this kind of chaos. Not this one, all tangled up in fucking politics and now it made sense why nobody in the capital, not a single big name in the criminal underworld had built here.
Not because of the NSA, the DCA, or any agencies, but because of this police bullshit. That's everything but proper chaos which is the at the broader regions, where cartels and mafia families kill each other every day.
