A TERROR FROM PRISON 2

AT THE STORE.

With a long and worried face, Torilio placed his head on the table, kicking the chair at intervals.

"Boss, are you sure we can trust him?" his aide asked. "I want Esmeralda’s freedom, and I will give up anything for that," Torillio responded draggingly.

"Brandon, he’s been locked up but making moves; just this morning, The Alvarez’s were reinstalled to their prime power, and he made that possible."

"That bitch Aliaana who was here at your feet begging to work for you boldly stabbed us in the back just because she was getting help from him," his aide harnessed aptly.

"Hmmm, roll up that blunt," Torillio responded as he raised his head. His eyes were red and dry.

"Brandon Ramirez! Just to get back at you, I did so much, but you see untouchable? How do you play so well?" Torillio said, thinking out loud.

"Give me that." He collected the weeds and rolled them up in the paper. His aide threw the lighter, and he lit up the blunt.

"Brandon…. I think I need to pay him a visit
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