Leone
And then it starts. Thwip. One of his men, who comes rushing from behind the barn, drops. Another two spin around, shouting as they lift their guns, trying to work out where the shot came from. Their confusion lasts exactly two seconds when I put a bullet through the chest of the nearest one while Santos’s men open fire from the west. Gunfire explodes around us, shattering the quiet night.
Santos’s men storm the clearing from the front of house, moving with military precision. One of Mikhail’s guards goes down, riddled with bullets. The other turns to run and is mowed down before he makes it two steps.
Mikhail takes a hit to the shoulder and staggers, cursing in Russian. The impact spins him halfway around, but doesn’t make him let go of Fallon. He hauls her into the barn, draggin
