“Protect Mr. Victor Hale!”
The shout cut through the chaos like a blade. Every one of Victor’s bodyguards moved instantly, forming a tight barrier around him, their faces taut with focus and determination.
I could see the storm reflected in their eyes—the storm outside, and the storm inside the villa.
The next second, the villa erupted into pure chaos.
Kennedy’s gang slammed into the protective formation head-on, and the sound of metal against metal, gunshots, and blood-curdling shouts filled every corner of the hall. What had once been a quiet, orderly villa was now a battlefield.
Kennedy moved through the fray like a demon unleashed, his every step precise, lethal. Guards fell before him, some screaming, some silent, their bodies crumpling to the floor. There was no match, not even
