Gina storms inside looking annoyed to a great extent. Pérez gravitates to her like steel to a magnet.
"What's wrong?"
"I should have shoved a grenade up his ass–"
"Gina?"
"It didn't go through. Malo wanted something else"
"What's the counter?" Jason calmly asks as he sips whiskey from a glass while someone tries to bandage his wound.
"Me"
Pérez curses loudly.
"You really should've shoved that grenade up his ass"
"Enough Pérez, be civilized"
"What do we do now? Only Malo has the evidence we need to keep him on his toes"
"We do what we usually do, we're the Mafia, not children with guns. Let's shake the hornet's nest, I need everything on standby. We're not taking any chances"
"Yes sir"
The place seemed to buzz with renewed energy as their charismatic leader charged their seeking souls with words of power.
