Chapter 87

Luis's pov The warehouse smelled like stale blood combined with burned metal. Still warm at my feet was a body. Before the others went silent, the guard's last breath had not even cooled the surrounding air. I remained calm. I blinked at nothing. I turned to the rest of them after cleaning the blood off my blade. "Does anyone else feel brave today" Nobody answered. No one responded with words. But I saw it the way one man lowered his gaze to the floor like the concrete was suddenly more captivating than my face. Weak men always averted their gaze when the situation became critical. You, I nodded at Camila's companion Marco, or Mako, or some other forgettable name. "Did you know he was feeding our paths to the government?" He shook his head so hard it seemed as though his neck might break. "No, sir Luis I swear; I knew nothing whatsoever. You certainly'? If you lie, I'll make sure your tongue hits the floor before your body does. "I promise… His voice sounded to me like that. Generally,