By the time he finished expressing his envy, Estrella had already disarmed the man and pulled him out of his improvised armor or shield of flesh.
One indifferent glance from her made him school his expression and mask any reluctance he had of moving his gaze away.
He focused on the one they had come to find who was on the floor by now, sprawled on his stomach with one of Estrella's feet on his back that must have felt like a mountain to him.
While Lucas didn't have much regard for him and he didn't even bother with his appearance more than necessary -he might be forgotten as soon as they were done with him-, he was actually someone important. He was Lobo, as known as El Loco, the de facto boss of the Mexican underworld. Or one of the more heavyweight at least.
