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He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

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I watched as they retreated into the trees, leaving Gunner and I alone, his naked body still holding me to him. Authors Note What are your thoughts on the Meļņasirds. Do you think that will be the last we see of them, or will Doyle be back?

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Ashley gripped her weapon. “Then we move,” Nolan ordered. The four of them surged out from cover— Into fire, into fury, into the heart of Marco’s collapsing empire. Cole at their side now. No longer a rookie. But a Viper forged in blood.

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He was alive, somehow, but still he was alive. Another souvenir, he thought, I needed one more. What’s a one new scar? The creature stumbled and fell. It was dead. He continued down the road. A group of riders scouted the road. They prepared. II The rides appeared from the tall grass, flanking the approaching army. The horses were swift; the archers were precise. One by one, on the opposing end, they were falling to the rapid arrow fire. The arrows themselves were of the type that pierced the hardest armor, so it was easy to break the tithe formation of the Haladan.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

The white sand shifted under fifteen thousand pairs of boots, creating a low-frequency rumble that traveled through the bedrock and into my marrow. The air was thick with the scent of unrefined fuel and the metallic tang of kinetic rifles. Rogues in scavenged leather sat atop rusted water tankers, their muscles tensed for the coming impact. Nulls in grey rags kept a rhythmic, heavy pace alongside defected Highbloods whose torn silk robes were stained with salt-sweat. They carried lengths of rebar and Barzil-scrap weapons that hummed with an unstable, electronic heat. I stood in the gunner’s hatch of the lead command vehicle—a heavy, six-wheeled crawler. The vibration of the engine traveled t