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Zane's expression softens for a moment. "We’ll get her and Boomer too. On another note, it's good to see your charter is growing in numbers too." He pauses, a hint of concern crossing his features. "Mexico on the other hand, they're kind of stagnant, but I'm sure in time things will change down there."

As the conversation continues, I find myself lost in thought.

The idea of Sera, once our enemy, now carrying the child of one of our own, is a reminder of how quickly things can change.

It also makes me realize how dangerous it can be to underestimate anyone.

Cobra leans forward, his tattooed arms resting on the table. "How are things down at Amara's charter?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

Zane chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Some days are boring as all hell, other days it's like they're in a damn telenovela."

We all burst out laughing, the tension in the room easing for a moment.

I can just picture the drama unfolding in Mexico, probably not too different from our own soap opera here in the States.

But Zane's expression quickly sobers, and I feel my muscles tense instinctively. "So, Damon told me he wants Sally more than Boomer," he says, his voice low and serious. "We have fish to fry with that son of a bitch, so I'm thinkin' we can get both of those miserable fucks if we play our cards right."

My heart rate picks up at his words.

That bitch has been a thorn in our side for far too long.

"That'd be great," I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "A win for both charters."

Zane nods, his eyes meeting mine. "Exactly. I've got some scouts keeping their eyes open for both of them. Things have been quiet for a day or so... we're just waiting to hear back."

As the others continue discussing strategy, I find my mind wandering.

Images of Sally flash through my head—her smug face, the havoc she's wreaked on our club.

My fists clench involuntarily under the table.

God, I can't wait to get some action.

To make that bitch pay for everything she's done.

I know I'm not alone in my sentiment.

The entire Vegas charter is itching for revenge.

But I force myself to take a deep breath, to stay focused on the conversation at hand.

Patience, I remind myself.

We'll get our chance and when we do, Sally won't know what hit her.

CHAPTER FIVE

Siren

Fuck me sideways, I never thought I'd see the day I'd be this fucking exhausted, but damn, life's got a sick sense of humor.

I can’t fucking believe this shit, honestly.

My mother, or sorry, my egg donor decided to call me up and ask me for money because she’s homeless.

The same egg donor who set up Stiletto to be gang raped when we were living back in the Bronx.

Fuck her.

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