Chapter 8 - The Standoff
The entire warehouse descended into a sudden, terrifying silence.
Emma screamed in absolute agony at the sight of her daughter in danger.
"Mommy, I am scared!" Lily cried, trembling violently against Greg's chest.
Melanie had somehow arranged for the Kovacs to kidnap Lily from the supposedly secure panic room.
Greg's hands were shaking wildly as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the innocent child's head.
"They promised to forgive my five-million-dollar debt if I kill the girl!" Greg sobbed pathetically.
Alexander slowly stood up, lowering his massive assault rifle to the concrete floor.
"Let the child go, Greg, and take me instead," Alexander offered in a deadly calm voice.
"I am the head of the Volkov syndicate, my life is worth ten times your miserable debt."
Greg hesitated, his weak mind struggling to process the massive offer.
The Kovac boss yelled at Greg in Russian, demanding he shoot the child immediately.
Emma knew Greg was too unstable to make a rational choice in this chaotic moment.
She slowly raised the small pistol she had stolen from the bunker, her hands perfectly steady with maternal fury.
Greg shifted his weight nervously, aiming the gun slightly away from Lily for a fraction of a second.
Alexander aggressively lunged forward, throwing his entire body between the gun and the little girl.
Greg panicked and blindly pulled the heavy trigger.
The deafening gunshot echoed through the warehouse as Alexander took the bullet directly in his chest.
Alexander collapsed heavily to the concrete, blood instantly staining his white shirt.
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Emma did not hesitate for a single second longer.
She squeezed her trigger twice, sending two bullets perfectly into Greg's treacherous heart.
