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The third point of view:
Fernandez's face was as dark as shit as he entered the club. Everything had not gone the way he planned: not only had Miguel failed to end that miserable gangster called Emerald, but he had also endangered Cecil's life as well. He was fucking pissed off at the thought of what he would have lost - Cecil and his son, Pedro.
Miguel had gone contrary to their arrangement; the deal had been to end Emerald, not Cecil nor Pedro. But then, Fernandez heard about the accident, Miguel didn't care for the safety of both parties - Cecil and Pedro. In fact, Fernadez was sure Miguel planned to kill them behind his back - if he had been successful. What a backstabber.
This was why he came to this club tonight to blow off some steam. It seems that bad luck seems to follow him in a streak lately.
