Chapter 33 Unexpected

• "Stop! Fucking stop!" Chest heaving, with fear that he might be too late, his vision cleared to what was before him. He saw a familiar Glock pointed at him. His gaze raised to the person holding the weapon.
• Dominic Vasiliy. Fucking hell! El Patrón felt like an idiot.
• "What the hell are you doing, Raf?" The tzar's angry expression turned to disbelief upon recognizing Rafael Montero, Mexico's infamous cartel leader. "You're fucking late. And quite the entrance, eh?"