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after McGregor.”
    Arturo, a whole foot taller than Tony and a hundred pounds heavier, shoved him aside. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
    “Me.”
    “Lay off me, Tony, okay?” Arturo threw a handful of clothes into the bag. “I waited ten long years to make that son of a bitch pay for what he did, and by God, he’s gonna pay.”
    “He’s not worth going back to prison for.”
    “I ain’t goin’ back to prison.”
    “You will if you kill him.”
    Arturo came to stand in front of Tony. He was a huge man, with the strength of a bull and a temper to match. He looked even more menacing now that he had shaved his head and grown a goatee. “What I do to McGregor is my business, brother.”
    Unfortunately, it wasn’t just Arturo’s business. Tony thought with a sigh. Not that he wanted to be his brother’s
    keeper, but he had no choice. Six months ago, he had made a promise to his dying father to keep Arturo out of trouble and he intended to make good on that promise.
    “Arturo, be reasonable,” he said, appealing to a side of his brother that didn’t exist. “It’s been ten years. Time to forgive and forget.”
    Arturo glared at him. “If I did that, the whole barrio would laugh at me. I’d lose my edge.”
    “So that’s what this is all about? Saving face?”
    “It’s about getting my money back.” Arturo brought his face close to Tony’s again. “Thirty grand that little vermin took from me. I want it back, man.”
    “Are you telling me all you want is your thirty thousand back?”
    Arturo threw a pair of scuffed boots into the duffel bag. “That’s a start.”
    “Then give me your word you won’t kill him.”
    “That depends on McGregor. If he gives me no shit, maybe I’ll let him live. If he does...” He shrugged.
    “And then what? You get caught and you go back to prison. What will happen to Ma if you’re sent away again? That last time almost killed her.”
    “She’ll be okay. She’s got you.”
    “No, she doesn’t.”
    Arturo stopped, one hand on a T-shirt. “What the fuck you mean by that?”
    “I mean that I’m not going to be here, Arturo. If you insist on going after McGregor, then I’m going with you.”
    “I don’t need a fucking baby-sitter!” Arturo bellowed.
    “Get used to it, because I’m going to be right there.” He punched the air with his index finger repeatedly, each time coming within an inch of Arturo’s nose. “In your face, keeping you on the straight and narrow. You got that, Arturo?”
    Before Arturo could get a chance to close his mouth, Tony stormed out of his brother’s room, wishing he could just keep on walking and leave Arturo to his fate. But the truth was, Tony loved that big jerk. And he owed him for sticking up for him when they were kids, always coming to his defense and scaring the shit out of whoever had the audacity to throw a punch at the younger Garcia.
    Raised in the barrio, both boys had been talked into joining a street gang at an early age. Tony had been fourteen and Arturo nineteen. Four years later, disgusted with all the violence, Tony had left the Blades and gone to work at his parents’ grocery store. He had even started taking a few courses at the local college. Arturo, on the other hand, already had his sights on becoming the gang’s next leader. Shortly after his initiation as the Blades’ new jefe, a well dressed, smooth-talking man had approached Arturo and told him he was a powerful drug kingpin and was looking for someone with balls to run his distribution center in Toledo, Ohio.
    Worried his brother was headed for a life of crime, Tony had tried to stop him from taking the offer. Arturo had just laughed at him.
    “Are you nuts, Tone? Just look at me.” He had spread his arms wide, determined to make his point. “Here I’m just another gang leader, an ugly, badass spic with no money and no future. There ain’t much I can do about the ugly spic part, but I sure as hell don’t have to stay penniless all my