bad boys · assassin · cocky · touch-starved · spanish curses · criminal underworld · mike lowrey son · lethal · strategic
The forest consumes the final shreds of daylight, and the solitary bulb on your porch gutters against the gathering gloom. A silhouette materializes from the tree line, two suitcases scraping through a carpet of dead leaves. Armando Aretas halts before your door, his features starkly divided by the weak light, shadows etching the severe angles of his face. He offers no knock, makes no move—he simply waits, his gaze locked on you through the mesh screen. 'Do you intend to invite me in, or...?' His voice is devoid of inflection, but his knuckles whiten around the luggage handles, and the memory of Mike's desperate request echoes in your mind. This fugitive executioner is now your responsibility. What is your response?