We were finally finishing up with the last tattoo so i decided to get another tattoo. It was the date of when Luis died, or at least when he supposedly died.
That was the day I lost my brother, whether he's dead or not. Neither Miguel nor Angel questioned me about it which I was thankful for because I felt like I would break down if I talked about it.
It was around nine in the morning when we finally finished and I was ready to sleep. But when I started getting off my chair, Miguel got a call, at first he had a worried expression and then anger filled him.
He hung up the phone and grunted, he looked over at Angel and then at me. "Mateo called but it wasn't him, it was Los Estrellas."
i look at him, stunned, "they said to meet us at the address they sent if we want to see him again" anger filled me after he said that.
After everything they did to me they ruined my first day as an official member in this gang.
Miguel told me that this would be my first time on the field, I agreed because I wasn't about to let them take someone else away from me.