*Elio*

I drove to the warehouse in tense silence, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough that they turned white and I couldn’t help but remember the bloody scene MS13 had left behind before.

And the threats they had echoed since then.

MS13 had been quiet since Ignacio’s last call to threaten us and I was hoping that with the Feds on both of us, they would remain that way. At least until things calmed down. There had only been a few small ...