Christian
“I’m coming with you!” Luis unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car.
“Luis...” Christian sighed. He felt bad for having to put him through this, and made him think about his own childhood. The only difference was that Luis was much braver than he had ever been.
He grabbed Luis’s hand as they walked through the back door. The two made their way to the living room, and the first thing they saw was how Vincenzo pointed his gun at Christian from a distance.
“Luis.” Vincenzo breathed and looked at his little brother who had hidden behind Christian. “Vince put down the gun,” Christian told him, but Vincenzo shook his head.
“Give me Luis!” He demanded as Luis’s grip around Christian’s back had tightened.
“Vince, I did not come here to argue—I came here because I want to spare your life,” Christian spoke and threw his gun on the floor before he held up both of his hands as he surrendered himself.
