Forget what they were like
At the event,
The opulent ballroom, adorned with shimmering chandeliers and glistening decor, had witnessed many events over the years, but tonight's gathering would be etched in its memory for a different reason. Santiago, the formidable figure known for his dominance and ruthlessness, now found himself at the receiving end of a failed endeavor.
As Santiago and his men navigated the maze of tables and guests, the air around them was palpable with tension.
“Oh, my goodness, what happened?” they could hear women whisper out of shock but they ignored.
The once-confident swagger in Santiago's step was replaced by a labored gait, each movement of his arm sending a sharp jolt of pain coursing through his body. The stain of blood on his sleeve was a stark reminder of the evening's events.
“I will kill that godforsaken idiot as soon as I lay my hands on him.” He cussed beneath his breath angrily.