FOURTY ONE

FOURTY ONE

ANDRES

I had one rule that was never to torture women or involve them in whatever happened in the cosa del infierno but it would seem that I was the only one who obeyed my rules in the clan. Someone had given one of the maids before me a fucking peach, something they knew I was allergy for and an information the maids were not privy to.

Of course whosoever it was knew I would never take it but it was some warning to me to keep me on my toes. Someone was trying to let me know that they were watching and could do away with me at any time they deemed fit.

I laughed bitterly, my gaze resting on each of the maid's faces while they maintained their eye contact with the floor.

I was fucking jefe not some silly kid that they could poison with a fucking allergy condition.

“I will only ask this question once before I begin separating your fingers from its joints. Which one of you was given the peach fruit and asked to serve it to me” I spoke

They were shaking, fidgeting in my presenc