**Mateo

Agustin fired, and I felt the bullet burn through my shoulder, in the front and out the back. It didn’t stop me from slamming my full weight into the fleshy wine sack, the chair toppling over and Agustin hitting the floor with a loud, “Oof!”

The silver-plated gun went spinning away, and I roared in the coward’s face.

“Mercy,” Agustin wheezed.

‘Not today,’ I answered. ‘You mistreated my mate. You threatened my people. There is ...