26 The Broken King

Present day…

Varga had rented a five star hotel room for Hugo on Gabriel’s order. The room stayed untouched as the cartel boss had decided to cut his stay short. Hugo decided to spend the last few hours of his stay in Nebraska, in his jet. The jet had everything he could need in his time alone and at that moment, he desired absolutely nothing. He just sat at the window and stared outside blankly, lost in his thoughts. The city had not been hospitable to him. Even the weather wanted him gone. The locals called it warm but for a person from a country like Colombia, Hugo was freezing to death. He cherished the fact that he had arrived there a month too late. Otherwise his stay would have been even shorter, probably with a lasting illness. He didn't even want to think about the people of the city. He was going to have a hard time forgetting the way they had treated him. Not a sane soul in the entire world who knew who and what Hugo Ortiz was, would imagine putting him behind bars. Hugo co