Thirty-seven

Rico and Santo hurried through the dimly lit streets, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. Avac’s unconscious body slung between them was a burden, but they pressed on, driven by their urgent need to find Sunny before it was too late. Finally, they reached the spot where Avac had parked his car, a sleek black sedan blending into the shadows.

Santo gently lowered Avac to the ground, his patience wearing thin. “Wake up, Avac,” he growled, shaking him roughly, tapping his cheeks as he did

Avac groaned and blinked his eyes open, disoriented for a moment before the reality of his predicament settled in. He tried to struggle against the brothers, but Rico’s firm grip on his collar prevented any escape.

“Where is Sunny?” Santo demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Avac glared defiantly, a smirk playing on his lips despite the banging headache he felt. “You think I’ll just tell you?”

Rico tightened his hold, his patience wearing thin. “You have two choices, Avac. You either