Franco kept watch as Carlos crept up next to the vehicle. The girl was sleeping by now, totally unaware.
Good, Carlos thought, let her have a few seconds of freedom.
Soon, Carlos disappeared behind the bed of the truck.
By chance, Franco glanced over his shoulder and immediately realized that Sean was lunging at him.
Without thinking, Franco quickly juked him, as he swiftly spun around drawing his gun and held it to the back of the man's head all in one motion with pinpoint precision.
"TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN, I'M GONNA PISTOL FUCK YOUR FACE!" Franco whispered savagely.
Franco's nostrils flared and his eyes blazed in blind anger as he contemplated pulling out his garrote and finishing the fucking chele.
Mierda, this fat fuck almost caught me off guard.
The absurdity of Sean overpowering him, much less killing him was laughable. Nevertheless, Franco's pride triggered a mounting rage as he deduced that the bastard could've gained the upper hand.
Franco kept his eye trained on Sean and stepped back to keep a peripheral view of his brother.
Sean quickly raised his hands in the air and nervously squirmed under Franco's chokehold. Sean apologized profusely and plead for his life.
"I just wanted to make sure you don't mistreat her because she's my little girl," cried Sean.
Franco was utterly disgusted with that comment.
Unable to contain his anger any longer he roughly spun Sean around, shoving his gun into the sick pedophile's mouth ordering him in a low guttural growl to shut the hell up.
With Franco's wrath still ablaze, he continued to force the gun deeper into the man's throat until he realized Sean had stopped breathing.
Franco's mind was reeling with fury as he forced it upon himself to pull the gun out of the chele's mouth and let Sean's body crumple to the ground.
Sean's throat was swollen shut.
Franco removed an instrument pouch from his waistcoat and retrieved a syringe out of it.
He then pulled the cap off with his mouth and plunged it deeply into Sean's shoulder and waited.
Franco figured this situation could be considered a Plan B initiative and was more than willing to take this drastic measure; he'd accept anything to end Sean's life.
There were specific reasons why Franco refused to ask anything about the jobs he took unless it was essential and this was one of those reasons.
Chupa once told him that if one knew too much about anything in life, the overabundance of knowledge would likely escalate into unchecked emotion, however, emotion in that sense should serve no purpose other than to weed out the weak from the strong.
Anyone in the business who stated they felt absolutely nothing while living this life, was telling lies because sooner or later, the realization of immorality eventually caught up to men like karmic balance.
Franco preferred this realization to come much later rather than sooner.
Franco used to admire Carlos' fearless nature. His brother possessed the unique ability to remain nonchalant in every situation.
However, more often than not in the last few years, Franco observed Carlos spiraling deeper and deeper into drugs and women.
He became reckless and was now known as a loose cannon. None of the others wanted to work with Carlos anymore.
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BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones
Acción"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they c...
