slipping a silenced pistol from his holster, his eyes trained on Damian for the signal. Damian held up a hand, urging patience, his gaze sharp and calculating. Bella could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her body tense as she crouched beside him, hidden in the shadows.
The guards’ footsteps echoed as they neared the vault, their flashlights sweeping the walls. Just as one guard’s light grazed Damian’s location, he acted. With silent precision, he signaled his man, and within seconds, two guards dropped to the ground, taken out with smooth, efficient shots. The remaining guards froze, too startled to react in time. Damian’s team surged forward, immobilizing the remaining men before they could raise an alarm.
The room fell silent once more, the only sound the faint hum of the ventilat
