The air reeked of gunpowder and sweat.
Adrian reloaded fast, shells biting into his palm. He could barely hear over the thunder in his ears
I'll the roar of gunfire, the shouts of men dying, the crash of bodies hitting the floor.
Valentina moved with ruthless precision beside him, squeezing the trigger without hesitation.
She wasn’t a damsel anymore.
She was a storm.
And Adrian would fight beside her until his last breath.
Another attacker lunged through the wreckage of the door. Adrian fired. The man’s body slammed backward into the broken frame, dragging shards of wood down with him.
But more followed. Too many.
They were being cornered, forced back toward the far wall.
Adrian’s mind raced. If they stayed pinned here, they’d be overwhelmed in minutes.
He needed to turn the odd
