(LANCE)
We reached the 45th floor server room like a storm — guns drawn, Eliona tucked tight against my side, still leaking my c*m from every hole I’d claimed in the stairwell. The air reeked of gunpowder and burning circuits. Vixen and three Jalisco sicarios were already inside, but my brothers had them pinned down behind server racks.
I didn’t have time for a long fight.
“Hold position!” I barked, then dragged Eliona into the reinforced Chapel room on the same floor — our emergency war room inside the tower.
Twelve of my top officers were already waiting via video link from the clubhouse and other safe locations. The table was scattered with maps, phones, and weapons. I pulled Eliona onto my lap in the President’s chair, her leather skirt still bunched around her waist, my fresh c*m
