Serpiente

La Serpiente.
The Snake.
A myth.
The legend started on the quiet streets of some rundown town on the outskirts of Bogotá, Columbia and quickly spread throughout the nation, whispers of the name echoing across the border of South America into Mexico and beyond.
Anyone who was anyone within the underworld knew the story, had heard the tales.
Small time gangs going missing, wiped out in a single night. Syndicate operators mysteriously vanishing from their homes, only to reappear years later as nothing but a rotten corpse at the bottom of a river.
The only connection between them? A playing card. A Queen. But not of Hearts or Spades, of Clubs or Diamonds. No, this was a Queen of Snakes, the violent slithering creatures wrapping around the edge of each card, silver and sparkling.
Always left on the body, it was undeniable proof. The Snake had struck again.
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Romeo Cattaneo.
Don of La Cosa Nostra.
A nightmare.
He's sharp, cunning, and ruthless, always one step ahead of his enemies.
But when he's dragged to a business meeting he'd rather not have attended, forced to sit in the VIP section of a club he'd never visited before....
The saying, wrong place and wrong time comes to mind.
Although others would call it fate.
Whatever it was, that night ate at his bones, sunk into his heart, branded his soul. It lit an obsession under his skin, one he'd been woefully unprepared to fight. A fire burning in his veins for only one thing.
Her.