Chapter 3 - The Inferno
Victor dove recklessly across the bullet-riddled room with absolutely no regard for his own personal safety.
He grabbed the live fragmentation grenade and hurled it violently out the shattered glass of the penthouse window.
A deafening, massive explosion rocked the empty air outside, raining sharp shrapnel and glass down onto the city streets.
The immense resulting shockwave knocked Silas backward into the corridor, giving them a precious second of time.
Victor grabbed Nora and Lucia by their arms and pulled them aggressively toward the master bedroom.
Every powerful mafia boss had a hidden panic room, and Victor's was cleverly concealed behind a massive wooden bookshelf.
They slipped into the dark, narrow, concrete corridor just as a dozen more gunmen flooded into the ruined suite.
The heavy, impenetrable steel door locked automatically behind them, leaving them in pitch-black, suffocating silence.
Nora leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall, her chest heaving as she demanded to know the truth.
She desperately needed to know why the most dangerous man in the city was calling her Isabella.
Victor turned on a small tactical flashlight, illuminating his face etched with unbearable sorrow and deep regret.
He gently explained that her real name was Isabella, the sole surviving heir to his massive criminal empire.
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Suddenly, the bright flashlight beam caught the faint glimmer of a thin, metallic tripwire stretched across their path.
The highly classified secret tunnel had been heavily compromised and completely rigged with deadly C4 explosives.
