C91 Chapter 91

Cristo waited at the car, holding the passenger side door open for me. Before I could leave, Hugo grabbed my hand and stuffed a small box into my palm.

“A truce,” he announced. “It’s the least I can extend after all the hell I rained on you back in the day.”

I smiled at him. “All right. Truce.”

He smiled back and let go of my hand. Slipping the box in my coat pocket