Chapter 4 - The Ultimate Sacrifice
Viktor racked a fresh shell into the chamber of his heavy shotgun with a sickening click.
He smiled cruelly at Damon, declaring that the Vulkoff empire officially belonged to him now.
Damon clutched his bleeding side, his face completely drained of color from the massive blood loss.
Alina screamed from inside the SUV, terrified that she was about to watch him die.
Viktor pointed the shotgun directly at Alina through the open passenger door.
"Tell me where your offshore account passwords are, or the pretty little maid loses her head," Viktor threatened.
Damon's eyes flashed with a lethal, uncontrollable fury that made the entire garage feel freezing cold.
He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of absolute surrender to protect her life.
"Let her walk away, and you can have everything," Damon said, his voice surprisingly calm.
Alina sobbed, begging Damon not to give up his empire for a simple servant like her.
Viktor laughed maliciously, clearly enjoying the pathetic sight of the fallen mafia king.
He ordered two of his corrupt guards to drag Alina out of the vehicle and tie her up.
The rough men grabbed her arms and threw her violently onto the hard concrete floor.
Damon watched them touch her, his jaw clenching so hard it looked like it might shatter.
Viktor stepped closer to Damon, pressing the hot barrel of the shotgun against his forehead.
"You really went soft over a virgin maid," Viktor mocked, preparing to pull the trigger.
Alina noticed a small pool of gasoline leaking from a bullet-riddled car just a few feet away.
She desperately kicked a discarded flare gun toward Damon's heavy leather boots.
Damon saw the bright orange plastic slide across the concrete and instantly understood her silent plan.
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He dropped to his knees, grabbed the flare gun, and fired it directly into the massive puddle of gasoline.
A massive wall of blinding fire instantly erupted between Damon and his treacherous underboss.
