Nailed: Men In Heat
Chapter Nine
You’re the Bullet, I’m the Gun
04:48 P.M.
Cain’s private war room — Underground bunker, Safehouse Delta
The smell of iron hung thick in the air.
A long metal table stood at the center. Maps, weapons, surveillance photos. A bottle of whiskey half-drained. Bloodstained gloves. Two guns, one still warm.
Cain paced slowly, shirtless, his body a canvas of new bruises and old rage.
Saxon sat in the far corner, wrapped in a black robe, barefoot, silent. Watching him.
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