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."