Luneshale Pass pantano

Sangre, luckily or unluckily depending on your perspective, also missed Octavio’s treatment of the kid. Sobo had defended her back but she’d traded a smaller opponent for a larger one. And this guy wasn’t messing around. It didn’t matter how much blood she drew; he kept on coming.


Something about the woman’s words unsettled her. My boy. What the fuck was she talking about? She didn’t have time to focus on it, or on anything, because then her guy was in here fighting with her. Together they were totally going to teach this dude a lesson on messing with shit he shouldn’t be messing with.

He had been trying to get past her, so Sangre wasn’t expecting it when he twisted to grab her instead. She was shoving, trying to tear at his chest. He caught her by the back of the neck.

She twisted with a snarl and tried to tear herself free. Weirdly she felt no fear, only a rage that grew with every unsuccessful attempt.