“Now Henry,” Carlos said.
“Don’tnow Henryme!” the knight exclaimed as his green eyes flashed with anger.
I shook my head as I didn't know what to feel about this. “Congreso Nacional de Brujos de Catemaco.”
Rain nodded at me and repeated that in English, “National Congress of Sorcerers.”
Henry shot his gaze over to him. “Do not tell me…”
Nodding, Rain smirked at him. “I have attended it, yes.”
“It fucking figures,” Henry groused. “You are a demonic fucker for sure.”
Rain shrugged as he didn't seem to feel insulted. “It is my go to event.”
Henry looked disgusted. “Go to? They have the black arts there. Some say they do that sacrificial crap too.”
I leaned forward to ask Rain, “So you know this place well?”
He nodded his head. “It is my vacation spot.”
“It figures.” Henry rolled his eyes. “Like most people would go to the Bahamas, motherfucker.”
“Bueno, Rain!” Carlos cheered ignoring their arguing. “That means we will have an advantage.”
Rain nodded. “I have people there who know me and trust me.”
“Well, that is rare!” Henry laughed.
“Don’t push it, Lancelot.” Rain raised a brow at him.
“Mate, he wasn’t a real knight.” Henry sniffed arrogantly.
“And neither are you,” Rain retorted.
I chuckled.
Both men whipped their heads over to stare at me.
“You remind me of brothers.” At their glares, I raised my hands in defense. “Jab, jab, jab. Then one day you are both rolling around on the floor punching each other. Finally, after you duke it out, you are friends again.”
Rain scoffed. “Blin, we were never friends.”
“Besides, I would win,” Henry said.
“Hey,” Carlos interjected. “When I was laid up from that bullet, you both showed up for me and we had some good times. Card games, pizza and smoking cigars. The only good time I’d ever had with anyone really.”
They both looked over at him.
“You deserved a better life than the one you inherited, my friend,” Rain admitted quietly.
Henry agreed, “Born into the dark life when deep down, you are a hero.”
The room went quiet.
I looked away as I didn’t wish to stare at them in a moment like this. I had learned a few things since these two men arrived. Each one was probably the best at what they did. They loved to argue and they were very intelligent. But one fact stood out. They truly cared about Carlos and they thought highly of him. This made them a lot more acceptable to me than most men would be.
Chapter Twelve:A Fake
