The penthouse hallway erupted into chaos as consortium soldiers stormed the lower floors. Gunfire echoed up the stairwells like thunder. Dante grabbed Aria’s arm with iron strength, pulling her toward the secure panic room. “Move!” he roared, his voice cutting through the noise. “They’re coming for you specifically.”
Aria stumbled beside him, the latest message burning in her mind like acid: “The mastermind is in the room with you right now. Look at the man holding your hand.” Her heart hammered with doubt and fear, but she pushed forward, gun in hand. She had come too far to fall apart now.
They reached the reinforced door of the panic room just as the first wave of attackers breached the hallway. Dante slammed the door shut behind them, sealing them inside the reinforced sanctuary. The
