Alive on Arrival" Chapter 34

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34

Don Juan Juarez stares into the faces of the dead. All of them are his competitors, and in his business, the word “competitor” translates into “maldito enemigo mortal.” Mortal fucking enemy. If the Venezuelan gangbangers didn’t kill his son, one of these dead sons of bitches would have surely tried to kill him. God knows they’ve tried to kill him in the past and failed every time.

Juarez eyes the Chief of Police. The gray-haired, dress uniformed police officer is trembling, his knees knocking together. Will he be spared a bullet to the brain? Or is Don Juan merely taking his time before savagely killing him?

The cartel boss eyes the Mayor and the Governor. The two women are crying now, their tears shed not for Fredo, or for the dead gangbangers, but for themselves. “Women should not be placed in positions of power,” Juarez whispers to himself. “They are far too emotional. Their pussies make their decisions. Not their brains.”