Antonio's POV

I replayed the video over and over again until I thought my head was going to explode. Night came, and I was still looking at it. It took a lot to break a man like Carlos, but if anyone was going to get there, it would be that twisted brother of mine. My fingers clenched and unclenched around the phone. Sitting here on my bed right now made me feel sick. Madam Loretta had left a plate for me that had gone cold hours ago.

I played the video again. In the background, the audio sounded faint to normal ears, but for my heightened senses, it came like...