Godbrother

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, put the guns down and let's talk," Jackson said as he raised his arms.

Joel Gabriel Santos smirked and gestured for his men to put the guns down as he entered the room and closed the door.

"I'll give you one chance to provide a proper explanation. If I'm not satisfied, then I'll put a bullet through your head and drag your pretty wife downstairs to work for me. I'm sure our clients will like her," Joel Gabriel Santos laughed.

His laugh echoed through Halia's ears. It was a laugh that Trojan was extremely familiar with, so it gave her a mix of emotions.

Halia furrowed her brows and tried to think. She didn't personally know Joel Gabriel Santos, but Trojan knew him well. If anyone was to help them out of this situation, Trojan was their only hope.