Chapter 8 - The Island Siege
The sky above the island erupted into a blinding storm of tracer fire and heavy explosions.
Dominic's loyal soldiers repelled down from the helicopters like a swarm of angry locusts.
They completely overwhelmed Marco's frontline mercenaries with ruthless, coordinated precision.
Dominic kicked the heavy glass doors of the main facility completely off their steel hinges.
He marched through the sterile white hallways like an absolute god of war.
He shot down anyone who dared to raise a weapon in his direction without breaking his stride.
He reached the maximum-security wing located deep in the basement of the building.
The heavy steel door of cell block four was guarded by Marco's personal executioner.
Dominic didn't even slow down as he put three perfect bullets into the guard's chest.
He grabbed the dead man's access keys and unlocked the heavy iron door.
The solitary confinement cell was dark, damp, and smelled of heavy chemical sedatives.
Huddled in the corner was a fragile woman with long, matted dark hair.
Dominic dropped his weapon and fell to his knees on the cold concrete floor.
He softly called Elena's name, his voice breaking with immense, unbearable emotion.
The woman slowly lifted her head, her beautiful eyes widening in pure disbelief.
She scrambled across the floor and threw her fragile arms violently around his neck.
They held each other desperately, crying tears of agonizing grief and overwhelming joy.
Dominic swore to her that they were finally going home together.
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A slow, sinister clapping echoed from the doorway of the open cell.
Marco stood there holding a heavy revolver aimed directly at Elena's head.
