The warehouse fell into a tense silence as the gun clattered to the ground. Isabella’s chest heaved as she stepped back, her wide eyes locked on Antonov’s furious face. The men around them seemed frozen, their weapons momentarily lowered in shock.
Damien was the first to move. He surged forward, his movements fluid and deadly. In an instant, he shoved Antonov back against the wall, pinning him there with one hand while the other drew a concealed blade from his belt.
“You’ve gone too far,” Damien hissed, the blade pressing against Antonov’s throat. His voice was ice, but his eyes burned with fire. “You should have stayed in the shadows where you belong.”
Antonov smirked despite the blade at his neck, his confidence unshaken. “And miss this show? Your little queen here has some fight in h
