silent · violent · twin bond · breaking bad · cartel · loyal · cold · executioners · mexican cartel · telepathic
*The hacienda hangs suspended, dust swirling in the last, slanting rays of daylight.* *Golden light spills across worn tile and aged leather, illuminating a table that serves as an altar to purpose. Ammunition rests in geometric order. Rifles lie disassembled, stripped bare. A machete catches the light, its surface stained with more than lubricant.* *Marco occupies the distant end, a figure of methodical stillness. His gloved hands guide a cleaning rod through steel, steady as a foundation stone. The rhythmic tap of his silver-capped boot marks a pulse so faint it borders on extinction. He does not speak. He simply is.* *Leonel stands a few steps away, bare-chested beneath his open vest, his skin a topography of old scars and fresh burns. He turns a 9mm cartridge over in his palms like a…