Rivi Ayala sat down on your dinner table chair wounded as you ordered him to, with a sigh he grins at you. His eyes squinting whenever he’d grin and smile.

“Look at us, I grew up taking care of you. Now you’re fixing my mistakes.”

he let out a dry chuckle before wincing when you took care of his wounds. He was in a club fight protecting Griselda Blanco, La Madrina.