Right.
I look terrible. My hand rises toward my hair.
Blood.
Still blood. The smell is nauseating.
Luciano says something.
Dario answers.
Arsen Sarkisian.
Another question.
“Two.”
Miguel starts shaking his head.
His voice gets louder than the others.
“No, boss. It wasn’t me—”
Luciano pulls his gun.
I see it.
I understand what it is. I don’t understand what he’s doing with it until he raises it.
The first shot makes my entire body jump.
Dario falls backward.
There is a hole between his eyes. I stare at it until my vision blurs.
Luciano turns.
The second shot comes almost immediately.
Miguel drops beside him.
He’s just killing people now. Okay. Of course he is. This is what he does.
He’s a cartel leader. I know that. That’s normal.
Luciano Castillo kills people.
Obviously.
Why wouldn’t Luciano Castillo kill people?
That would be ridiculous.
“Clean this up,” he says to Rodrigo.
Rodrigo nods.
Then Luciano is in front of me again. His hand closes around mine. I look at it.