Chapter 17 - The Trojan Horse
Nikolai roared in anger, demanding to know who was firing from the high rafters of the steel mill.
He had assumed Vincent would come alone, underestimating the sheer ferocity of a mother who had lost her child.
Camille had not stayed behind at the ruined estate as Vincent had ordered.
She had taken Elias and the remaining Castellano snipers, infiltrating the steel mill through the roof over an hour ago.
Camille was perched on a steel I-beam fifty feet in the air, peering through the thermal scope of a hunting rifle.
She pulled the trigger again, dropping another Bratva guard who tried to grab Adeline.
Vincent used the suppressing fire to sprint across the warehouse floor, taking down enemies with lethal, point-blank precision.
The Castellano men breached the main doors, flooding the warehouse with a hail of tactical gunfire.
The ambush was perfectly executed, turning Nikolai’s death trap into a slaughterhouse for his own men.
Vincent fought his way up the metal staircase, his eyes locked entirely on the catwalk where his daughter was trapped.
He took a grazing shot to his ribcage but didn't even flinch, his adrenaline numbing the pain completely.
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He reached the top of the stairs just as Nikolai drew a massive silver hand cannon from his coat.
Vincent did not have time to aim; he threw himself forward, tackling the Russian giant onto the grated metal floor.
