Gio paced around the hospital room with Miguel staring at him in anger.
"Can you stop? You're not helping me in anyway."
"I'm sorry Miguel," Gio sighed. "I'm still expecting the good news."
"And you'll get it. Just relax already."
The two men sat in silence before a knock on the door had them looking at it.
One of their men entered with a nod.
"It's done," he said which had Gio clapping his hands like he had done something revolutionary.
He was elated which had Miguel chuckling to himself and wincing in pain at the stitches by his side.
"You can go now," Gio told the man who nodded before leaving, closing the door behind him. "So... what do you think?"
"I don't know," Miguel said. "Now we wait for his next move. You do know that he will come after us with almost everything he's got."
