The night detonated into violence.
Gunfire roared like a wrathful storm, each shot tearing the air apart as Damian unleashed hell. The first man dropped before his boots even touched the floor, a spray of crimson misting the shadows. Elena flinched, pressing herself against the cold concrete wall, her breath trembling through her teeth. The metallic stench of blood hit her nose instantly, thick enough to taste.
Damian moved through the chaos like something unholy, swift, silent, deadly. His face was carved from stone, jaw locked, eyes blazing with a fury that made every man foolish enough to step into his path reconsider the meaning of life.
More gunmen burst in through the side entrance, their boots pounding against the floor, their rifles raised. Damian didn’t hesitate. He pivoted, fi
