(Author’s POV)
In the underground compound, the silence shattered. Gunfire echoed through the tight stone corridors, short bursts, controlled, lethal. Muzzle flashes briefly lit up Adrian’s face, his expression unreadable but eyes dark with wrath.
Rael’s elite men, dressed in black tactical gear, surged forward from both ends. Their ambush had been timed, angles calculated, but they forgot one thing…They were facing Adrian Ansaldo.
The Devil of the West didn’t falter. He moved with brutal elegance, his custom sidearm never missing, every shot surgical, every motion controlled chaos.
Matteo, at his back, barked updates over comms while two of Adrian’s men flanked, eliminating sentries with silenced blades.
"Six down, four retreating toward the south exit!" Matteo said in comms.
"Let t
