The apartment was tiny a studio with a kitchenette and a bathroom. The bed was against the far wall, and in it, tangled in sheets, were Sergio and Maria.
Sergio's hand went for the gun on the nightstand.
"Don't," Dante's voice was ice. His own gun was already aimed at his cousin's head. "You'll be dead before you touch it."
Sergio froze, his face going white. Maria screamed, clutching the sheets to her chest.
"Dante," Sergio's voice shook. "Cousin, please, I can explain"
"Shut up." Dante moved closer, his gun never wavering. "Marcus, get the girl out of here. She doesn't need to see this."
"No!" Maria sobbed as Marcus pulled her from the bed, wrapping a blanket around her. "Sergio! What's happening? Who are these people?"
"It's okay, baby," Sergio lied, his eyes never leaving Dante's gun. "It's just a misunderstanding. I'll fix it."
"You can't fix betrayal," I said, speaking for the first time.
