Chapter 150
Carlos's Point of View
The weight of guilt pressed harder against my chest than the ache of the bruises Robert's fists had left on my face. I traced my swollen jaw with my fingertips, closing my eyes to shut out the image of Julie.
She's undoubtedly waiting for me to keep my word, waiting for me to get her out of that club. And I failed her. I went back on my promise and told Robert everything.
My brawl with him was necessary a wake-up call so we wouldn't lose our minds and wreck our empire over a girl. But my cursed heart refused to obey that logic.
A steady rhythmic knocking interrupted my solitude. I straightened up and sighed in annoyance: "Come in."
The blond boy, Steve, stepped inside with his long, hesitant strides. He stood before me, trying to make his voice sound steady: "Hello, Mr. Carlos. I saw you when you came to the warehouse, and I came to speak with you."
I gave him a scrutinizing look.
