Let her be

At Mexico, in one of the greatest gangsters of the country apartment, the man in his middle thirties drop his cigarette and turn to the guy who was not on shirt but his upper body was filled with tattoos up to his head. The guy bow his head to his boss who quench his cigar before puffing out the last smoke he took in.

“Is my brother and his friend still recovering?” He asked for the guy to bow his head.

“Gently El jefe, Derek tend to progress faster than his friend.” He said for the man to nod.

“Did you say an American billionaire and mafia boss did this to them because of his wife?” He asked again for the guy to nod.

“Yes El jefe, Santiago helped them with the it but the mafia boss overpowered them. We wanted to go on revenge but El jefa your wife told us it’s better to wait let them heal, they will be the best to describe what kind of revenge they want” he said for his boss to smile after hearing what his wife opinions was.

“Did you pay the hospital that they were taken from?” He as