Bobby lay bloody and dying on the ground, hand clutching at his chest, trying to stop some of the bleeding as he hoped beyond hope his boys were okay. He had promised not to go off on his own, and he had broken it in a heartbeat when he heard someone in trouble.
But no one had been in trouble. It had been a trap. So here he was, gasping for breath and hoping they had at least been smart enough not to get fooled like he had.
I actually did not want to post this, since it’s one of these sketches that look awful and only make sense when you start shading. But many people asked me, so here ya go. 😘
I’m on my way to feeling better. This stupid cold really got a hold on me. Hope you guys are well ❤️
(This is gonna be Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 141)