“One can only be so comforted with a gun pointed at his head, cabrón.” wheezed Samuel. The man tilted his head at that. Very few who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with him spoke to him in such a matter, let alone were allowed the opportunity to speak at all.
“I would have assumed someone as difficult to track down as you would be more careful with his words.”
“Would it make difference?” The old man chuckled, a raspy sound that came with difficulty. Whether that struggle had arisen from old age or his present condition, one could not be quite sure.
“I suppose not. Goodbye, Samuel.” There was a click as the gun’s safety was released. …show more content…
In fact, she knew who he had been murdered by, and why. Samuel Reyes had once been Mexico’s greatest drug lord. He had been responsible for the trafficking of immeasurable quantities of drugs across the border into the States and across the globe, and through all of that, never made his presence known to any but those he did business with. However, Reyes’s cartel started on its path to deterioration the very second Samuel met Emily. Like out of a storybook, Reyes chose love over his business, leaving the criminal world forever in pursuit of something he believed would redeem him. Emily knew husband’s previous profession would catch up with him eventually in some form or another, the beauty of her home allowing her to remain blissfully in denial of a determined future. Nobody ever leaves a line of work such as her husband’s alive, let alone unscarred. Furthermore, rarely did the fates that belayed such people extend solely to them; their families were an undeviating part the debt collected to repay their …show more content…
As her mother’s fear edged into weariness, Camila followed suite. Emily still had no idea how she was going to break the news of Samuel’s death to her child. It hadn’t even crossed her mind; there was no space in her mind for anything other than the present.
The town of Real del Monte was much smaller than Huasca de Ocampo, its steep streets, stairways and small squares lined with low buildings, some dating back centuries. Antonio’s house was one of these antiques, a beautiful mix of English and Spanish design with high sloping roofs and a grand chimney. He was by no means as rich as his sister but he was however one of the more wealthy townspeople.
Arriving at their destination, the two family members ascended the steps to Antonio’s house. Before Emily had the chance to knock, the door was swung wide