“Protect Mr. Scot!”
The command had barely left his lips when Scot Vincent’s bodyguards surged into motion with flawless coordination, their movements swift and disciplined as they closed ranks around him, forming a human shield so tight that not even a blade could slip through without meeting resistance.
What followed happened so quickly that it felt unreal, as if the world had suddenly shifted from calm to catastrophe in the span of a single breath.
The villa, which had been filled with quiet elegance just moments ago, erupted into complete chaos as Kennedy’s men charged forward with violent force, crashing directly into the line of defenders, and in an instant the air was filled with the deafening clash of weapons, the sharp bursts of gunfire, and the frantic shouts of men fighting f
