DOMINIC
DOMINIC
They sent professionals. We sent rage.
The flashlight beam swept across the bathroom. I didn't think. Just moved.
I erupted from the bathtub, shoulder slamming into the intruder's chest before he could react. The impact sent us both crashing into the hallway. His flashlight skittered across the floor, spinning crazy shadows.
He was trained. I felt it in the way he rolled with the fall, already bringing his weapon around. Suppressed pistol, matte black, professional grade.
My boxing coach's voice echoed in my head. Don't think. React.
I caught his wrist, twisted hard. Bone cracked. He grunted but didn't scream. His other hand came up, palm strike aimed at my throat. I blocked with my forearm, felt the sting of impact.
We grappled in the red emergency light. He was bi
