Gunfire ripped through the study, splintering the mahogany walls. Liam rolled behind a leather armchair as bullets hissed past his head.
“Stay down!” he shouted to Mia.
Mia ignored him. She darted toward the side of the room, ducking behind a bookcase as Adrian fired another round.
“You think you can win?” Adrian’s voice was calm despite the chaos. He moved with precision, his back pressed against the wall. “I’ve survived worse.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed. “Not this time.”
He motioned to Mia with two fingers. She understood immediately—flank him.
Mia slipped behind the bookcase, moving silently as Liam rose from his cover and fired three quick shots. Adrian dove behind the desk, but Mia was already moving.
She slid across the marble floor, raised her gun, and fired.
The bullet grazed Ad
