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Steel and Serpents

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Fernando’s POV

The click of hammers being pulled back was the only sound in the open-air silence.

Five Serpents. All armed. All aiming.

Their greasy jackets flapped lightly in the desert wind like flags over unclaimed graves. They had circled us near the vending machine, guns drawn, each one twitching like they were praying for an excuse to shoot.

The sun was barely past the ridge, but already the heat was crawling on the back of my neck.

Across from me, their leader, judging by the ego stinking off him, kept his gun pointed one of my bodyguards. The others shifted their aim between Marlo, Mortis, Emilio, and the other guard. But I was the one they wanted to talk to. I always was.

"You wanna explain what the fuck this is?" I asked, keeping my voice low, calm, like oil running smooth over a blade.

The leader didn’t blink.

“That ink,” he growled, gesturing to my bodyguard with the tip of his pistol. “Right there on his goddamn hand.”

I didn’t need to look. I already knew what he was t
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