got pretty light brown eyes and a penchant for dangerous men.” When one of the twins doesn’t listen, continuing to pull out the gun and take aim, I fire off one shot next to his head too. He drops the gun and raises his hands. I turn my eyes to the three girls. “I want you beautiful ladies to see yourselves out and never speak of this again, yeah? I have the memory of an elephant, especially with faces.” These women will never see the wrong end of my gun, even if they do tell, but it sure as hell would make my life a lot harder if they knew that. They all nod and run out of the room like there’s a Rottweiler nipping at their bare asses. “Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck is security?” Max spits, a hand resting on the gun in the back of his pants. “Security from this club?” I laugh. “You know, for someone who has some pretty seedy business dealings, you’re a cocky son of a bitch for not having your own damn guards.” Max sniffs with indignation. I smile wider, realizing that he’s still struggling with loyalty and that pesky power vacuum now that the Talaverras are wiped out. “Couldn’t get any loyal guards?” “Mind your fucking business,” he snaps. “Who are you and what do you want?” I trot over to where he’s sitting and take a seat next to him, sighing as if I just sat on a beach chair on a private island with a pifia colada. And then I press the cold metal of my silencer to his temple. I’m riding on the fact that at least these two bozos will show him a shred of loyalty. “Does it freak you out when someone pops up out of nowhere and threatens your life? I’1l admit, I was a bit more direct, but the intention is the same.” The twins’ eyes shift to each other. “What the fuck are you talking about, man?” “T’ll tell you why I’m here when the three of you set those purdy little guns you got riding up your assholes on the table there,” I say, nodding my head towards said table. The twins look to Max for direction, and when he nods, they listen. Oh. Goodie. He does have two people that have a shred of loyalty. Let’s see how long that lasts when someone who 1s clearly in over their head is running the show. A bead of sweat drips down Max's forehead as he follows my directions, nearly throwing the weapon on the table from his anger. The other two follow suit, one twin picking his up from the ground and the other sliding his out from the back of