I glared at Math. "My name isn't involved in this. I had a plan, and it involves a happy ending for everyone except the people that break their blood oaths."
He shrugged, and Sofia, still attached to his arm, continues her airhead act. I'm pissed. Very, very pissed. If I wasn't new here, he'd be dead by now.
He and Sofia walked away to go plan their little adventure, and I slipped out of the warehouse. This Nuestra general lives in Brooklyn, I thought. Great. I can't walk to Brooklyn, and the subway is not what I want to be riding in the event that I have to hurt someone. I decided on a taxi. You could buy silence from the driver.
Almost an hour later, I sauntered into the house of the general. “El ángel del diablo,” the man smiled, rising to greet me. “This is a rare honor.”
I inclined my head and smiled in acknowledgement. “Hello, Santiago,” I returned. “I usually associate with your superiors, but this calls for direct interaction.”
He nodded, and I continued. “I associate with a group these days. They’ve got a dealer out here in Brooklyn, Norman Moretti. He’s dating one of your girls.” Santiago started to interrupt me, but I held up my hand. “He seeks no trouble with the Familia, and I would advise you not to violate your oath.”
The general hissed lowly, letting his eyes say what his mouth couldn’t. “What’s in it for me?”
I gave him my most glittering smile. “Your life, plus I’ll do any graffiti jobs you want for free in the next month.”
“You drive a hard bargain, ángel.”
“Does that mean you accept?”
“I have no choice,” he replied, sighing.
“Good. I’m at your service for the next month, you know where to find me,” I told him, turning to leave.
“Wait,” he called after me. “I have a letter for your new associates.”
I turned back to him, “Can I read it?”
“I don’t see why not.”
He handed it to me, and I unfolded the piece of paper.
To the friends of el ángel del diablo,
She has chosen you. There is something in you that she sees, something that makes you think you are worth her time. This is rare. We commend you.
There are times when she is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Do not judge her for this. She has had a long life, and she has done things she regrets. She does not publicize that she regrets them, but there are times when her eyes betray her.
There are other times when she is a sheep in wolf’s clothing. These are the times when you can glimpse her true personality, when you can see how she might have been as a child. Cherish these moments, if you see them. That is who she truly is, and she only lets those she care about see it.
If you are wondering how we know this, once upon a time the Hell’s Angels associated with the Nuestra. We have seen el ángel grow. If she comes to harm at your hands, the Nuestra will find you.
On our blood,
La Nuestra Familia
I looked up at Santiago, eyes shining. “Thank you,” I murmured, and the man smiled at me.
“You are as precious to us as one of our own, ángel,” he replied. “You will be treated as such.”
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