Steel and Sin
“Then who the hell is it?”
The lead SUV stopped in front of the clubhouse. Out stepped Santiago Vega, the man Marco used to call his right hand—and his cleanup crew. Tall, sharp-dressed even in the dust, sleeves rolled to his forearms, a faint smirk cutting across his face like he already owned the place.
Cole muttered, “Oh, this guy looks like trouble.”
“He is,” Ashley said under her breath.
Santi’s gaze swept the yard, counting the guards, the cameras, and the reinforced gates. Calculating. Then his eyes found Nolan, and that smirk deepened.
Hot Chapters