#Chapter63
/"Boss, shouldn't we call Mrs Mendoza?/" Javier's driver asked as he watched his employer bleed out in the backseat of his car.
Javier grunted, this must have been the hundredth time he was asking a stupid question. /"No, let her spend some time with her family,/" he breathed heavily as he pressed his palms into his stomach to stop the gush of blood from his stab wound.
/"Sir, are you sure you don't want to go to a hospital?/" The driver stuttered.
Javier shut his eyes in frustration. /"I already told you that no hospitals, and definitely no police. Just shut up and let me think,/" he gritted.
He breathed out and closed his eyes as he let the darkness of the night engulf him, feeling serene grace in the silent and soulless night.
