It’s days like this that make you want to move away and change your name.
An awkward tension fills the air, and silence is the only thing heard between the four of you.
Sonny cradles the baby in his arm, his eyes flicking from you to the man he barely recognizes.
He mutters something in Spanish, but the only thing seemingly on your mind is why Satyr is in Tijuana right now.
You could cut the tension with a knife, and it doesn’t help that both men are looking a little battle hungry.
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