And that's exactly what happened. James just got knocked out, asleep maybe because of the jet lag with the mix of the pain he had endured in recent days, or simply the overwhelming feeling of being home again, surrounded by the emptiness. With the top of the all the bullshit he would have to deal with. The meeting with Linda and the others, reforming the family, recruiting new people, going through numbers and plans, thought none of it mattered now.
He was knocked out, dreaming of something better.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was making herself comfortable with Bella, packing out in her room, making things a little more colorful, while Hector himself sat down to rest a bit, exhausted from everything he had done. He had killed so much that it all weighed on him, not even counting his mother and sisters, whom he was planning to send to Maraci because he didn't want them staying in danger as he knew things could spiral out of control quickly… he had no fucking trust in the government.
