*Levi*
The grand foyer erupts into chaos, transforming into a battlefield shrouded in gun-smoke. Fumes dance through the eerie red light seeping from the floorboards, a clear sign of some back-up generator or alarm system springing to life.
As I navigate through the shattered doors, the crunch of glass under my boots echoes through the chaos. The once pristine marble tiles are now slick with blood, strewn with debris, and dotted with bodies. Some of our pack are among the fallen, but they're outnumbered by unfamiliar faces.
Time is a luxury that I don't have to untangle whether these corpses belong to the mafia or mercenaries, who it is feeding Christian with men. In the heat of the battle, distinctions blur into irrelevance.
Jax and Mallon, taking cover behind the ornate pillars, exc
