Chapter 8 - The Hostage
Serena screamed, instantly dropping her innocent, victimized act.
"You pathetic coward, you promised you would protect me!" she shrieked, kicking wildly at Julian's shins.
The Romanov soldiers stepped forward, ignoring the family drama and preparing to take Serena by force.
Julian realized his grand plan was falling apart and aimed his weapon directly at the rival boss.
Before anyone could pull a trigger, the glass skylights above shattered into a million pieces.
Nikolai's men dropped from the ceiling on tactical ropes, surrounding the entire warehouse in a matter of seconds.
A massive, deafening shootout erupted between the two mafia factions.
I dove behind a rusted shipping container, gripping my small pistol tightly with both hands.
Bullets sparked against the metal, filling the air with thick smoke and the smell of gunpowder.
Through the chaos, Julian spotted me hiding in the shadows.
His eyes lit up with twisted hatred, realizing I was the cause of his absolute downfall.
He dropped Serena onto the concrete and charged directly toward my hiding spot.
"If I can't have the empire, neither can you!" Julian roared, raising his gun to my chest.
I didn't wait for Nikolai to swoop in and save me like a damsel in distress.
I stepped out from behind the container, raised my weapon, and fired a single, perfect shot.
The bullet tore through Julian's kneecap, sending him crashing to the floor in agonizing pain.
He screamed, dropping his weapon as blood pooled around his leg.
I stood over him, my hands perfectly steady, finally taking back the power he had tried to steal from me.
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Suddenly, a stray bullet struck a massive, pressurized gas tank on the forklift behind Julian.
A terrifying warning hiss filled the air, signaling that the entire support beam was about to explode.
