(LANCE)
The roof standoff lasted exactly eleven seconds before all hell broke loose.
Gunfire erupted the moment I hit the decoy detonator on my phone. A series of controlled explosions on the far side of the roof created enough smoke and chaos for my brothers to swarm in from the stairwells. I grabbed Eliona, shielded her with my body, and sprinted back down the emergency stairs while bullets ricocheted off the concrete around us.
We didn’t stop until we reached the fortified sub-level clubhouse I kept hidden inside the tower’s basement — a mirror image of the main clubhouse, complete with black walls, leather furniture, and a wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
The second the steel door locked behind us, I spun Eliona toward the mirrors.
“Hands on the glass,” I ordered, voice raw.
She
