~NICO~
Gunshots tear through the underground ring and everything falls apart at once. People surge toward the exits, shoving, yelling, knocking chairs over in their rush to get out. My men move through the chaos with purpose, controlling the panic just enough to clear a path. It is loud, messy, and fast, exactly how I needed it to be.
I am already moving before most people understand what is happening.
By the time I reach the ring, he is still on her.
He is still hitting her.
Rage hits first, sharp and immediate, but it does not slow me down. It sharpens everything. I step up, raise the gun, and fire.
The shot lands clean through his arm.
He jerks back with a shout, losing balance as he scrambles away from her, clutching at the blood pouring down his arm. He does not even look at me
