Yesterday, 11:49 PM
Ricky relaxed as Marta told him that she had met. Her statement that he was "cool" spoke well to that. Ricky trusted her judgement on most people. Her wolf senses gave her an intuition into people. She could smell if people were good or bad - mostly anyways. But the tension returned quickly as the man offered his introduction and offered his hand.
Amengual.
That name brought the tension back immediately. The Amegual Cartel was no more, and even if it wasn't the Amenguals that Ricky had rescued Marta from, they still had perpetuated the circumstances that had led to her kidnapping and enslavement. Ricky had grown up in Texas, but had lived most of his adult life in Mexico, and he had watched them destroy lives and families. Ricky's movement was slight - a step back to solidify his stance as he turned his gaze to Matias' hand. He felt his jaw clench in anger and his hands ball into fists. The only thing that kept him from going for the revolver he carried was Marta. She was here - and he wouldn't let her see him do it, but backing off wasn't happening easily.
Amengual.
That name brought the tension back immediately. The Amegual Cartel was no more, and even if it wasn't the Amenguals that Ricky had rescued Marta from, they still had perpetuated the circumstances that had led to her kidnapping and enslavement. Ricky had grown up in Texas, but had lived most of his adult life in Mexico, and he had watched them destroy lives and families. Ricky's movement was slight - a step back to solidify his stance as he turned his gaze to Matias' hand. He felt his jaw clench in anger and his hands ball into fists. The only thing that kept him from going for the revolver he carried was Marta. She was here - and he wouldn't let her see him do it, but backing off wasn't happening easily.