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Salem kept his bead on her. “Then why are we here?”

But as someone who had finally stopped being a ghost.

“La Familia nunca se va.”

Salem aimed at the old man’s head. “Say the word.”

Rios exchanged a glance with Salem. “And you?” army of two the devil 39-s cartel xenia

They breached the vault together. Xenia moved like a shadow—three guards down before Salem even got his suppressor threaded. Inside the vault, as Rios copied hard drives, Xenia pressed a hidden switch behind a portrait of Santa Muerte.

“Mateo was weak. You are strong. Come back. We burn these mercenaries together. The family forgives.” Salem kept his bead on her

“Your list is wrong,” she replied, voice flat as a dead sea. “El Diablo’s cartel doesn’t keep lieutenants. It keeps ghosts. And ghosts don’t have names on paper.”

But three months ago, El Diablo made an example of her younger brother, Mateo. He was seventeen. He’d tried to leave the cartel. They hung him from a bridge outside Ciudad Acuña with a note pinned to his chest: “La Familia nunca se va.” (The Family never leaves.) “Say the word

Xenia didn’t flinch when the safe house door blew off its hinges.

A wall slid open.