Mannie’s POV
The moment the last gunshot echoed through the factory, I stayed still behind the pillar, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Dust floated in the air.
Everything was quiet—too quiet.
The stink of gunpowder mixed with the scent of old rust and burning cigarettes.
My fingers dug into the rough floor beneath me.
My breathing was fast and uneven. I didn’t know whether I should cry, scream, or just pass out.
But then I heard it.
His Footsteps.
Strong. steady and familiar.
Dominic.
He appeared from the shadows like he always did—like the dark belonged to him.
His black shirt was wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up, and the gun still hung loosely in his hand.
But his eyes—his eyes were locked on me.
“Stay down!” a voice shouted from outside.
Police.
Sirens wailed in
