My men come bursting out the door—Delirium's back door—in the wall behind the Latino with their guns drawn to his head.
I smirk. "And you're outnumbered."
He freezes for a moment as if he's contemplating—meanwhile, Victor and the other guy are still brawling behind me. The Latino seems to have decided that he will fight back because he turns around and raises his knife above his head. Carmelo shoots him between the eyes, the gunshot ringing in the air. He falls to the ground with a thud.
Ah, shit. Someone would've definitely heard that. If they know what's good for them, they'll keep their mouths shut.
"Rico!!!" Someone screams. I glance behind me just as Victor subdues the man he was fighting with to the ground. I don't know the stalkers, but judging by his cries, they must've been tight.