POV: Burn
The night was on fire, and we were standing in the middle of it.
La Morte Nera hadn’t just hit us—they’d come at us like a goddamn hurricane. The air was thick with smoke, the sharp crack of gunfire tearing through the darkness, flashes of muzzle fire illuminating the chaos. I could barely hear anything over the roar of engines and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground, but I wasn’t focused on the noise.
I was focused on survival.
We were fighting on every front, and even though we were holding our ground, it felt like we were being swallowed whole. La Morte Nera had sent in men trained for this—hardened soldiers who didn’t care about the blood they spilled or the bodies they left behind.
We had our backs against the wall, but we weren’t going down easy.
“They’re
