The cold click of the pistol echoing in the penthouse was louder than the thunder outside.
Julian did not flinch. He stood like a solid wall of muscle and lethal intent between Elena and his family. He kept his own weapon raised, perfectly aimed at the center of Elena's forehead.
Drop it, Julian, Elena said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. Or I will put a bullet in your lovely little assistant before you can even blink.
You will not walk out of this room alive, Elena, Julian warned, his voice vibrating with a terrifying, low frequency. Put the gun down. This is between you and me. Do not involve them.
Oh, but they are already involved, Elena laughed, taking a slow step forward. Her white heels clicked on the marble. Vanguard Logistics belongs to my father, Julian. We were
