Death Before Dishonor 2 Pistols Zip Today

He crawled.

Kael Rivera knelt in the mud, wrists zip-tied behind his back, the plastic biting into flesh he’d long stopped feeling. Two men held him by the shoulders. A third stood in front—Lobo, with his gold-capped grin and a pistol that looked too clean for this side of the border.

They dragged Kael by the zip-ties. The plastic cut deeper, but Kael didn’t feel that either.

Lobo laughed. “You kids and your codes.”

“Death before dishonor,” Kael said. “But I’m not dead. So I guess you’re the one who lost honor.”

Kael spat rainwater. “The message was for you . Your boss sold out to the Zetas two years ago. I just proved it.”