Luiz got home and his wife welcomed him in.
"How are you Mon Carino?" He asked, he screamed in excitement as he walked in to see Rayna Watching TV.
"Papa!" She said and hugged him
"Mi Bebe" he said, kissing her bald head all over.
"Cómo estás?"
"Estoy bien papa, Gracias"
"Where have you been?"
"I was with Jefe and Papa"
"Papa? What papa? And what Jefe?" He asked, confused.
"Papa, and the nice Jefe" he said.
Thinking his daughter was speaking gibberish. He waved it aside and rejoiced over her return.
"Does this mean you got a promotion Isabelle?" Rosa asked.
"I don't know Rosa, let's just say he cares about us"
"He must really care about you Isabelle" her dad said.
"I know that dad, but Dominic would do this for anyone whose house just got burnt. He's that kind of a person"
"He's a good man" she said as she got a room arranged for her dad.
"Alright dad, let's get you to bed" Isabelle said and rolled her dad in.
"Thank you Angel" he said as he stood up and sat on the bed.
"Let me help you with that, you don't always have to be so tough" she said as she helped him lay in bed properly, and tucked him in.
"Alright you two come with me, you'll be sleeping here" Isabelle said directing them to another room.
"Can I get a separate room? I don't want Jim bedwetting on me"
"Hey! That's not very nice" Jimmy protested. "But you do bed wet, don't you little man?" She teased,
"Can you two work with me here?" Isabelle said.
"Jimmy go ahead, you'll be sleeping here. Rosa come with me"
"Goodnight, guys" Jimmy said and went in
"This should be okay for you I believe"
"Perfect. Goodnight Isabelle"
"Goodnight Rosa" she hugged her and went to a room, she got comfortable and settled in for a good night's sleep.
Dominic sat right opposite Mucho who was bleeding profusely from all the beating and battering.
"I'm going to let you walk away Mucho. But a sacrifice must be made.
"You know the law. By blood we enter, and by blood we depart" Mucho quoted.
"Excelenté. It's either you, or Ryan, or it might as well be your chickita over her" Dominic said, flashing the picture of Mucho's lover in front of his eyes,
"Who's it gonna be?"
"Ryan" he said without hesitation.
"I knew you would be smart. Now here's the plan"
Mucho walked into the joint and everyone rushed to help him. "What happened, Mucho?" José asked
"Émboscadá, I was ambushed" he groaned in pain.
"The plan was quite simple. Drop the fire and run away. How did this happen?"
"I don't know" he said, he sat down and Hamid helped him get cleaned up.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I'm not ready to talk, Hamid. When I feel better"
"Si" he said, wiping his face with a towel and warm water. Later that evening, Ryan walked into the joint.
"What's up with them?" Ryan asked his brother, noticing the change in the atmosphere.
"They'll be fine. How are you doing?"
"I've been good hermanito. How's things been around here?"
"Oy, handling these"
Ryan lost track of what his brother was saying as he tried to eavesdrop on a conversation going on in the table behind him
"I did the job as planned, and just as I was leaving, he came up from nowhere and he attacked me"
"I'm not going to lie amigos, he was a lot stronger than me so I just played dead"
"But I eventually followed him to his house afterwards and was able to find out his home address" Mucho said to Hamid, his voice a little loud so Ryan could hear. And just as predicted, Ryan took note of the address.
"I planned to go to his place and finish the job by next week, when I would've recovered"
"I can't go like this" Mucho continued.
"I agree. But when you go, you let me know, so we finish the job and present it to José" they laughed and cheered their drinks.
"Fools" Ryan said to himself under his breath.
"I'll go in two days and complete the job and take the credit for myself" he thought to himself, not even telling José of his plan.
"Good evening officer," Dominic said over the phone.
"I believe things will be going down within a space of a week or two. I suggest you be on standby" he continued.
"Definitely. Alright, keep me updated"
Dominic concluded and ended the call.
"Jameel"
"Yes boss" he answered.
"Things seems to be in motion"
"Are things going according to plan?"
"I can't tell for now. I'll know in a couple of days. But for his sake, Mucho better makes sure it all goes according to plan"
"Can I ask something, boss?"
"Go ahead "
"How do you come up with these crazy ideas? Like threatening Luizo to sell his daughter's organs? Or threatening Mucho to have him watch his girlfriend getting raped? I mean, I know you don't mean any of them but the ideas?" Jameel asked,
"You want me to give you a share of crazy?" Dominic asked coldly.
"How about I cut your tongue and have it shoved up your ass? One more word questioning me, and you won't be able to ask questions again" Dominic said abruptly.
Cold shivers going down Jameel's spine.
"Have you gone soft Jameel?" Dominic asked him.
"You must get used to threats like that, know how to make them. See how I silenced you? In this game, there's no room for weakness"
"And before you go saying kindness isn't weakness boss, remember they'll take your kindness for weakness. They always do. Besides, would you really like this life for yourself Jameel?"
"I think I'll just stick to driving" he said and Dominic chuckled.
"She makes me forget about all the dark things of this life"
"You mean Isabelle?"
"Who else could it possibly be?"
"Oh"
"I don't feel lonely around her, I open to her freely without bothering if my kindness is taken for weakness" he paused, not wanting to express himself too much or show emotions.
He took a gulp of water, patted Jameel on the shoulder before heading to his study.
Ryan wore his gloves, dressed in all black with a cap and gun his brother had given him. He was headed for the address he overheard from Mucho's conversation.
He broke a window and as quiet as he could be, he climbed inside.
"You stay right there motherfucker" a deep voice said, flashing bright lights on his face.
"One more step and I shoot you in the balls, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker" the man said, then he pulled the trigger.
"Fuck!" Ryan screamed in pain.
"But I didn't move" he yelled
"I know your ass would probably struggle with me if I approached you, so got to let you know not to fuck with me"
"Who are you? You're not Jameel? Are you?"
"No Motherfucker, you missed your target" He replied coldly,
"But ain't nobody try to mess with my son and get away with it scot-free" Ryan gasped in disbelief.