Chapter 11. Wants and Needs (2)

Rafael

The narrow alley separating them from their enemies was a critical point. Bullets whizzed past him and he dropped to the concrete floor at the back on one of the solid benches scattered around the area.

A booted foot can be seen behind a tree and Rafael shot the limb several times. Satisfied when he heard a groan of pain.

Kneeling to get a better view, he located the leader. Luis was busy returning fire at Angelina and didn’t see Rafael. He had to fucking get his attention so Angelina can get to safety. He expected her to be sensible enough to do just that.

“Luis!” The cartel leader shouted over the loud noise. “Fighting women these days?” he called mockingly.

Silence. The lull was deafening.

“Rafael Montero?” the old man asked in a voice that suddenly seemed strained.

Looking closely, Rafael glimpsed the man’s bleeding face. There was a cut made by a sharp knife from his cheekbone down to his lips.

Angelina.

“In the flesh