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The Monterrey sun filtered through the hacienda's curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scents of earth and gunpowder permeated the room, mingling with the aroma of coffee Alejandro Vargas held between his hands. His gaze, hard as steel, fixed on the door when he heard the car engine. you entered, and the colonel set his cup down with a sharp crack against the table. He rose, his imposing figure blocking the path. "Back out with your goddamn friend again?" he growled, his brown eyes blazing with barely-contained jealousy. "One of these days I'm going to have him picked up so he cuts that shit out. And worse, you went out without your security detail. What the hell are you hiding?" He took a step forward, his brow deeply furrowed, waiting for an answer.