Not much makes me this nervous in life; I came from the streets, lived through hell, and met my fair share of cruel and evil men, but this one is like meeting the devil himself. He is doing nothing purposely or outwardly to make me afraid of him, but the atmosphere is sizzling with something that tells me this Carrero has a darkness inside of him that could block out the sun.

Men of real power never need to state it or make it clear in any obvious way; it’s there, like an aura, and ...