Page 95 of Jagger's Remorse
V /–Can decide what's worth protecting.
She nods slightly.
I nod back.
Inside the chapel, the vote is quick.
Unanimous.
They'll take Eduardo's deal.
Become Sinaloa contractors.
Because the alternative is death.
"Scarlett will serve as liaison," Jagger announces. "Any problems with that?"
No one objects.
Not out loud anyway.
I'm one of them now.
For better or worse.
As the meeting ends, my phone buzzes.
Unknown number.
I answer carefully.
"Scarlett Delgado?" The voice is unfamiliar.
"Who's asking?" I respond.
"Someone who shares your interest in revenge," the man says. "The Three Devils may be broken, but we're not dead. And we know who really killed Diego."
My blood chills.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.
"Sure you do," he laughs. "See, one of my boys survived the warehouse. Saw the whole show. You and your boyfriend playing dress-up. Very convincing."
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Justice," he says. "For Butcher. For our brothers. For the disrespect."
"And?" I prompt.
"And we've found new friends," he reveals. "The Sombra Cartel is very interested in Sinaloa's new arrangements. Very interested in disrupting them."
Sombra.
Sinaloa's biggest rival.
Why the fuck can’t I just have a day off from this shit?
"Thanks for the warning," I say sarcastically.
