VIKTOR'S POV
"Cut him off. I want him alive."
I sprinted through the mansion, my men covering my advance. Up the stairs and down a hallway lined with expensive art that would be riddled with bullet holes by morning.
Ahead, I see him.
Dmitri Sokolov. The man who'd killed Elena and also the man who'd threatened Bella. Running toward a steel door at the end of the hall.
"SOKOLOV!" I roared.
He spins, and raise his gun up.We fire simultaneously.
His bullet graze my ribs...a line of fire that I barely feel because of the adrenaline.
My bullet hit his shoulder, spinning him around.
He stumble but didn't fall. He makes it to the panic room door, fumbling with the biometric lock.
I am on him before he can get it open.
My fist connects with his jaw and he goes down hard, his gun skitter
