C39 Disguised Angel

Rafael Montero

Cartel Leader

Demons.

He was plagued by them. No matter how much tequila he consumed, he couldn't block the memory of her baby sister crying. Her pain. Her lifeless eyes stared back at him.

-When will it end?-

Monette.

She would have been a teenager now. Fuck! Some big brother he was. He was good for nothing. He couldn't even save her.

In the darkness of his bedroom