"This isn't just some words, I'm telling you. Read the sentence carefully."
"I'll get back at you," Michael reads out what is written on the paper. He winces, "And what's so threatening about these words? Is it because he wrote it in Spanish?"
"Don Pedro is a dangerous man."
"So am I. In fact, I think I am more dangerous than him," he brags, going over to one of the coaches to sit.
"This isn't some bragging contest, this shit is very real."
"Nothing is gonna happen," he assures me.
But that did nothing to unleash the fear chilling every bone in my body. I begin pacing about in the room, "No no… This cannot be happening. I can't go back to that filthy place."
"What filthy place? What are you talking about?"
"They are going to send us back to jail for killing that lanky guy. Haven't you realized that?"
