27: Whispers of Revenge
Time crawled as Carlos sat alone on the couch, the weight of dread pressing down on him. Every second felt like a lifetime, each tick of the clock echoing in the silence. Then, finally, his phone buzzed beside him, shattering the stillness. He snatched it up, eyes scanning the screen— a W******p message from Tony. His pulse quickened.

"Just spoke to my guy. Can’t get a gun right now— he’s out of town. But he’ll be back in two days. Should I come over?"

Carlos let out a shaky breath, tension rippling through him. His fingers moved quickly, typing a reply even as his mind raced. "No need, I’m fine. Thanks for checking. Just keep me updated— I need to get that gun ASAP." He hit send, but the words felt hollow.

With a sharp exhale, Carlos flung the phone to the edge of the couch, not caring if it fell. His chest tightened, his heartbeat hammering in his ears. He pressed his palms to his forehead, running his fingers through his hair, trying to steady himself— but it wasn’t working. The wal
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