Diego's POV

“Kill me if you have to, sir. But don’t judge me for closing my eyes. I’ve never wanted to see death coming.”

I looked down at the sorry bastard at my feet.

His face was turned up toward me, but true to his words, his eyes were squeezed closed.

“You should want to see death coming Ricardo,” I scolded softly. “How else can you ever hope to avoid it?”

The man trembled as his eyelids flickered open. Fear had washed the murky blue into a mottled gray. “Some things ...