“You want to get up?” Mouth curved, Stavros said, “I’m sure your nephew will be here in a second to make sure I didn’t shoot you.” “No.” Of course, Toro chose that moment to come racing in. “Tío!” He skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs. “Fuck. Really?”
No, cause thinking your uncle was murdered by one of his biggest enemies only to run in and find him on his knees in front of said enemy having obviously finished… ya know… must be…. Jarring, to say the least 😭
