Emiliano

The headlights of my Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 63 illuminated el Patrόn’s gate as I flashed my badge beneath the sensor. The gate moved slowly to the side. A new set of guards stood at either side of the interior gate as I parked amongst many other vehicles.

“Busy place,” Nick said as he unfastened his seat belt.

My skin prickled as I scanned the different cars, noticing my father’s. This was more visitors than would usually be at Jano’s house after nine ...