Mr Antonio's POV

I sat on a single seat couch, sipping a cup of tea. Delgado descended from the stairs, holding two large envelopes.

He sat on the long sofa beside me, leaning back on the seat.

“Why did you come to Diego's house to find me? Don't you know it's risky?” I asked.

“Enough with your questions. We have other important things to talk about.”

I sighed. “You never listen to me.”

“Don't try to kill Javier again,” he said. “Forget about him.”

I narrowed ...