If somebody were to jump out of the shadows that clung to the fringes of the room, camera in hand and snapping shots, the look on my face would have been priceless, for sure.

Peace and deal-brokering took the first sinking ship to the Bermuda, and with a snarl that rang louder than any that had ever strangled its way past my lips before bellowing through the room, my vision danced a path of redness. I didn't even realize that I was storming towards him until the man, who I assumed was Axe Custer, jumped to his own feet, hands raised in surrender, but a warning flashing in his eyes....