Eighty-Three: "My friends"

Ricardo did not reply, his throat had become dry like a desert and no matter how many times he swallowed down saliva, it did not help the scorching dryness of his oesophagus. This feeling was not new to Ricardo, but it was unusual. He was afraid.

"I came here to kill you Ricardo" She said as she dropped her gun and got into a more comfortable position. "You made a huge mistake" She tutted.

"You see, you marked this day to be your last when you told me you were not going to let Bree go. I know this all started with my betrayal but I tried to fix it, I broke you out of prison to try to get things right with you but you were so stupid, you were very stupid Ricardo." She paused.

Ricardo had started sweating sometime ago, though the cold, he was sweating buckets. He knew he was going to die, there was nothing in this world that could change that fact.