"You know what? Follow me," Miguel noted as he took Gio into his study and they closed the door behind them. "I don't want anyone knowing what's going on."
But Gio did not feel calm. He was still brimming from within. It was clear he was mad at Rodriguez for this attempt on his life.
What if Rodriguez had succeeded? Was that how Miguel would react?
Gio paced the room, his jaw clenched, fists balled tightly at his sides.
His thoughts were consumed by the events of the night—the ambush, the hitmen, the sniper who nearly ended him.
His anger roared inside him like a wildfire, threatening to burn everything in its path. He had barely escaped with his life, and the thought of letting Rodriguez walk free, unpunished, was more than he could stomach.
