Dante POV
We pull up, and Callum is off his bike in an instant, gun drawn. We move swiftly toward the front door, and with one solid kick, I send it flying open. The moment we step inside, chaos explodes. Three men stand ready, but they aren’t expecting us. One of them pulls a gun, but Callum is faster. A single shot rings out, and the man crumples to the floor, blood pooling beneath him.
The second guy charges at me. He’s bigger than I expected, but that only fuels my adrenaline. He swings wildly, but I dodge, grabbing a knife from the table beside me. He swings again, but I block his punch, driving the blade into his side. His body convulses as blood spurts from the wound, but I’m not done. I twist the knife deeper, and with a savage thrust, I rip the blade out, sending him collapsing
