Starglow Basin el espíritu verde

You can put sorry words in a thug’s mouth, don’t make him any less of a thug.
Niño grew up with these men. Idolized them, at one point or another.
And he wouldn’t think twice about letting them rot in the desert.

Only reason he tugged his snout in a gesture to ‘come’, was because they were requested.
By name, apparently.
Niño didn’t let the jealousy show. He sure as hell wasn’t asked by name to join the naaghai cartel. He’d clung stubbornly to the de toro brothers like a pimple on their ass cheeks that wont quit.

Los jefes would decide if Thiago and Carlos made themselves expendable.
The hound was just here to his part of the job.

“Conseguir Carlos.”