Santiago's family
Cameron grunted as he noticed a wound on his elbow. He was limping while walking. His face was swollen. His jaw had transformed into a purplish colour.
The alley was dark, apart from one flickering streetlight, nobody was visible. He was about to stumble in his footsteps and fall on his mouth when a strong arm held him from his back and made him stand up.
"Perhaps, you should have known that you wouldn't be easily able to overpower a trained fighter, " Santiago said, narrowing his eyes at him.
"I still did a pretty good job for a novice, " Cameron muttered.
"You call it a pretty good job? I call it getting beaten," Santiago scoffed.
"Not everyone is mafioso like you," Cameron retorted. "Some people shouldn't be involved in fights and brawls."