𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 ♡ＦＲＯＺ＄Ｎ

Ｆｏｃｕ＄

Dominic Santiago paced back and forth in his dimly lit office, his anger barely contained. The room was filled with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and the low hum of machinery from the drug lab below. His patience was wearing thin, and Miguel Gonzalez’s presence was doing nothing to help.

"You stupid motherfucker," Dominic spat, slamming his fist on the desk. "You had one job!"

Miguel stood his ground, though he knew better than to push Dominic too far. "Armando saved that little bitch," he said, his voice steady but wary.

Dominic’s eyes narrowed, his face contorting with rage. "The fuck you just say?"

"Armando," Miguel repeated. "He’s the one who stepped in."

A cold realization washed over Dominic. "That’s Isabel Aretas’ son," he muttered, more to himself than to Miguel.

"Well, he’s sure been hell-bent on keeping her safe," Miguel continued. "They’re already in Nashville."

Dominic paused, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. He couldn’t afford to let this setback derail his plans. "Then we let the streets know," he said, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "Put a bounty on both their heads. Five million each."

Miguel’s eyes widened. "Five million? That’s gonna draw a lot of attention."

"Exactly," Dominic replied, his voice dripping with malice. "Let every lowlife in the country know there’s a fortune to be made. They won’t be able to hide for long."

Miguel nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I’ll get the word out."

As Miguel turned to leave, Dominic called after him. "And Miguel, don’t fuck this up again. Next time, I won’t be so forgiving."

Miguel swallowed hard and nodded before exiting the room. Dominic watched him go, his mind already racing with plans. He couldn’t allow Armando and Malia to disrupt his operation any further. The bounty would ensure they were hunted relentlessly, and it was only a matter of time before someone claimed the reward.

Dominic sat back in his chair, lighting another cigarette. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like a shroud. He relished the thought of Armando and Malia on the run, knowing that their days were numbered. The hunt was on, and Dominic intended to see it through to the bitter end.