Chapter 27

Carlos’s pov There was a whisper at first. In shadowy nooks, one name was spoken. The Sons of Silence. Who led them was unknown. Nobody was aware of their origins. However, I recognized fear when I saw it scuttling beneath my men's skin. I watched the city flicker like a dying star that night from the rooftop of my Monterrey compound. Everything burned beneath me: bodies, cars, and loyalty. This was more than just a rival gang. It was a war. "You've heard about Torreón?" With unsteady fingers, Armando lit a cigarette and asked. "How about it?" Twelve heads were left in front of our warehouse by them. No people. Only heads. I didn't wince. Time was of the essence. "Send a cleanup team. Burn the remainder. No media. "What about the message?" They're talking too loudly. Let's raise our voices. He paused. "Speak it." "This is Camila." I pivoted. The cold hit me first. Then came the heat. "How about her?" She has ties to them. Rumor has it that they are more than a cartel. They are intimate