CHAPTER 35

Rylan slammed his hand on the punching bag and watched it. The punching bag that hung from the ceiling shook slightly. Rylan clenched his jaws and slammed his other fist on the punching bag once more. His hands which were concealed in boxer’s gloves were held close to his face now. This was the only way to beat the frustration he was feeling. He was exhausted from looking for information about the cartel. The information from Dayton was pointless. He couldn’t use it to find them. Rylan was running out of patience, he needed to exert his revenge on the cartel soon. He wanted it to be swift and easy.

But that didn’t seem to be likely. The Valdez cartel seemed to be more dangerous than he thought. They just weren’t in Los Angeles but in other states such as Colorado, Texas, New York, and even Atlanta. It was crazy that Ernesto had built a cartel as big as that. Rylan was envious. He had the resources to do so, but there were many risks of having a long family of people to protect. It co