"I'm fine but I can't say the same for my dear brother," Simone smirked as he wrapped his handkerchief around his bleeding hand.
"Sir, you should get that checked." One of his guards asked.
Simone looked at his hand and smiled. "This is a small wound compared to my heart's."
Carlos watched as Simone's boys surrounded him and he smirked. He's always known that Simone was a lot more than he presents himself to be.
"So, I was right about you!" Carlos sneered.
He struggled to get up. The bullet had brushed his hand just like Simone's. His eyes stared daggers at Simone.
He looked around and wasn't surprised to see his men lying dead or injured across the floor.
"Partially right." Simone shrugged. "My real identity, you can never guess unless I tell you, and right now isn't the time
