Aw Poor Jealous And Entitled Lalo 😔

Aw poor jealous and entitled Lalo 😔

WIP excerpt

Reign in Hell, Chapter 8 - Hail Infernal World

“When does everyone get here?” Lalo asked when they’d finished eating.

“I told them lunch. They’re staying the night—Yolanda’s set up the servant’s quarters. Don’t think anyone’s going to want to stay in the guest house, even if we could get the smell out.” He glanced at the clock. “Marco and Leonel should be here any minute though.”

Lalo blinked. “You called them?”

Nacho folded his arms. “Of course I called them. They need to know what’s going on.”

It was true enough, but Lalo still felt a pit in his stomach. “And which version of the truth did you tell them?”

“They know we’re working with Fring.”

“And what did they say?”

Nacho shrugged. “Not much.” His voice softened. “Marco just asked what I needed.”

The pit in Lalo’s stomach grew larger. “And what do you need?”

“Reminders to the plaza bosses of our power, before they get any ideas. Everyone knows what Marco and Leonel are capable of. Besides, they’re Salamancas. They should be here. This is their empire too now.”

“And that’s all you want from them?” When Nacho didn’t answer, Lalo pressed further. “You aren’t going to fuck them again, are you?”

Nacho shifted in his seat and shrugged.

A cold anger brewed in him. “You want to punish me more—is that it?”

Nacho snorted. “You might find this hard to believe, but not everything is about you.”

“Then why?” He hit the table. “Ignacio, no! I will not stand for it!”

“Did you take too many of those pain pills, or can you just not get it through your thick fucking skull?” Nacho snarled. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing in a more measured tone. “Just so we’re perfectly clear—you don’t get a say in what I do anymore. No one does. Not Tuco, not Hector, not Fring—” He leaned forward and gave Lalo’s injured shoulder a hard tap, right on the bullet wound. “—and not you.”

Lalo was too stunned to react. Nacho stood. “Just shut up and do as you’re told. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you watch.”

Lalo stared at Nacho’s retreating back and rubbed his shoulder. That had really hurt.