Chapter 13

The messy living room steers up resentment in his gut. He lightly kicks a vase out of his way shaking his head.

“Strike three!” Alonso says sitting at the beginning of the staircase nursing his swollen, fresh wound on his forearm. Disapproval imprinted on his face, the mess is not that serious, broken glasses scattered on the floor from the glass table that's usually in the center of the room, and the sofas have been dispositioned, cushions laying everywhere randomly, and the flat screen TV dropped to the floor, leaving a couple of cracks.

"Is everyone okay?” Leo asks, posing in front of Alonso.

“Nobody is hurt, I got hurt attempting to catch one of them, but he escaped.”

“Son of a—” Leo clenches his teeth together.

“They are looking for the whereabouts of Demetria..” Alonso continued explaining how the event took place.

"Damn it!.." Leo curses. Frustrated