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I slammed my boot against the first door, the flimsy wood groaning in protest before splintering inward with a violent crack.
Two hulking figures, built like brick frame, charged at me, their eyes promising a brutal fight.
They looked like the kind of muscle Alvin would hire, thinking brute force could stop me.
I didn't even break my stride, my gun already spitting fire, two quick bursts taking them down before they could even reach me. Their heavy bodies thudded onto the polished floor, the sound barely audible over the terrified screams of the women huddled in the corner, their hands clamped over their ears.
They were mostly naked, just scraps of fabric clinging to them, their eyes wide with a fear that mirrored Leila's in my nightmares.
I hated that sound, the s
