Chapter 32

ALEJANDRO’s pov It was colder than I remembered in the city. Every corner seemed poised to engulf me, and the shadows moved like ghosts. I wasn't paying a visit. I had returned to exact revenge. I moved stealthily through the streets, keeping a close eye out for anyone who might pose a threat. There might be familiar faces, former companions, or current adversaries. I no longer knew whom to believe. I had to locate Camila. The last I heard, she was possibly more dangerous than I had initially believed and was entangled with Luis. And I would lose her forever if the cartel got her first. My thoughts were racing as I waited outside a dilapidated warehouse. Why did I return by myself? Why didn't I take additional backup? Then I heard footsteps behind me. I quickly turned and reached for my gun. But it was just an old ally, Javier. Or so I believed. Javier said in a low voice, "I thought you were dead." "It almost was," I said, staring at him. His smile was thin. "While you were away, thin