James

“Seems like Rio pissed off the wrong person this time,” Roman spat and I nodded at his deductions. Rio definitely got this coming.

    With his hands tied behind his back, his body awkwardly lying on its side, half his skull blown away and splattered against the dumpster behind him, it was obvious this was an execution.  

    “Motherfucker.” I rubbed my palm down my face and scratched my chin. “Gang-related?” 

    Roman nodded. 

    After the discussion Roman and I had in my apartment a few days ago, one name popped into my head. “Morellos?” 

    “I don’t think so.”  

    I narrowed my eyes. “You have any leads on who did this?” 

    He...