CHAPTER 34
MARCO
BLOOD ON MY HANDS
It's one thing to take your freedom by force, it's another to sell it back to the same people you took it from. When I told my father I would heed to his words, I gave him the cuffs he needed to keep me in place.
It was the most difficult decision I have ever made. I mean, willingly giving up your mate to protect them, the only person that's the same with you, soul and spirit is torture.
So, we left the city before sunrise, not because I wanted to, but because I didn't have a f*****g choice.
Before leaving, I pulled my best worker, Luis, aside behind the bar counter. He looked confused because I rarely called meetings, not to talk of private meetings like this one.
“Boss, you okay?” he asked.
“I’m going on a long trip,” I said, hitting the nail
