The shattering of the glass was a sound Riana would never forget—a high-pitched scream of crystalline death that heralded the end of her world’s quiet corners. As the freezing Alpine wind roared into the villa, carrying with it the smell of cordite and ozone, the body of The Spinner slumped into the hearth. The secret of the 1996 merger had been bought with a final, bloody price.
"Get down!" Albert’s voice was no longer that of a husband or a CEO. It was the roar of a man who had reverted to his most primal instincts.
He didn't just pull Riana to the floor; he shielded her with his entire body. Another volley of suppressed gunfire chewed through the expensive leather armchairs, stuffing and feathers exploding into the air like macabre snow.
"They’re in the tree line!" Albert shouted ove
