His gaze shifted toward the Navarro family.
Marcos leaned heavily against the wall, his breathing laboured as his younger brother supported most of his weight. Blood continued to trickle from his split lip, while swelling had already begun spreading across one side of his face. His expensive suit had been reduced to little more than torn fabric stained with dust and blood. Around him, the remaining members of the Navarro family wore expressions filled with humiliation, resentment, and barely concealed fear.
Across the room stood the Torres Mendoza family.
Gabriel's shirt had become wrinkled during the struggle, and blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth where Dante's earlier punch had landed. Alejandro silently flexed his bruised knuckles as though only now becoming aware of the pain settling into his hands.
