I chose the one I could live inside.

Chapter 13 — Not Fists

Preston, flailing now, jabbed a shaking finger toward my brothers.

“She threatened me!

Her criminal family invaded my home!

You all saw it — they’re gangsters, they forced their way in — ”

Rafael, without a word, turned on the large television above the fireplace.

I am not going to describe what played on that screen, because I lived it once and that is enough, and because you already know.