We sleep with songs of war,
Lullably of death.
And wake with the sound of gun.
Soaked in a pool of blood,
Like Anbushed soldiers.
With no place to run.
"The Malo's!!!" Don Phillip said shocked by the news he just heard from Tyler.
"Yes Don, That's what Carlos said in the message he sent," Tyler responded looking a bit worried.
"Haha. Very interesting. That makes sense now. So that's what's giving Don Sylvester the balls to attack us" Don Phillip laughed wickedly as he filled his glass with scotch and gulped it in. "Where is Carlos now?"
"Carlos is at his residence. He has been indoors for the past few days now. We have our men watching his movement 24/7."
"What about Caleb?"
"He's still on the loose. We haven't been able to find him. But our informant tells us that he gunned down five of Sylvester's men in front of his casino. Carlos also killed Sylvester's cousin "Steve Polo"."
"Haha."
