The man let out a guttural shriek, the iron pipe clattering to the marble floor as he clawed at his bleeding eye.
The eye is the ultimate equalizer; once struck, the body’s balance and aggression evaporate instantly.
A rapid-fire succession of cracks echoed from the balcony. Chloe’s draw was lightning-fast. Before the mob could even process where the fire was coming from, she had peppered the leaders. She wasn't aiming for center mass—she was picking off eyes, armpits, groins, and wrists.
Every shot found a nerve center, dropping grown men to their knees in agonizing spasms.
With Chloe’s covering fire, Vince saw his opening. He surged forward, disarming the nearest thug and swinging the heavy iron pipe with clinical precision. Within seconds, he had leveled four more "drunkards." Sensi
