Chapter 7 - BLOOD ON THE MARBLE
BANG! BANG!
The lead mercenary took two rounds to the chest, falling backward onto the glass coffee table, shattering it into a thousand pieces!
"CONTACT IN THE KITCHEN!" the mercenaries screamed, opening automatic fire!
Submachine gun fire tore through the kitchen cabinets, sending wooden splinters, marble chips, and shattered wineglasses raining down around Elena!
Elena crawled along the floor, ducking beneath the island as bullets tore through the plaster above her. She fired two more shots, dropping a second mercenary as he tried to round the corner!
"SHE'S ALONE! FLANK HER!" the merc captain ordered.
Three heavy mercenaries charged toward the kitchen, throwing a flashbang grenade across the floor!
BLINDING WHITE LIGHT! THUNDEROUS EXPLOSION!
The shockwave knocked Elena off her feet, slamming her against the marble wall! Her ears rang with a deafening screech, and her vision whited out completely.
The heavy pistol slipped from her numb fingers, rolling across the floor.
A heavy tactical boot stepped on her hand.
A large mercenary grabbed her by her hair, yanked her up, and slammed her against the kitchen counter!
"Where's the child, bitch?!" the mercenary captain growled, pressing a combat knife against her throat.
Elena spat blood directly into his face. "Go to hell."
The captain wiped the blood from his eyes, his face twisting with murderous rage. "I'll kill you first, then I'll tear this place apart until I find her!"
He raised the combat knife, aiming straight for her heart!
THUD-THUD-THUD!
Three heavy 45-caliber rounds smashed through the mercenary captain's chest from behind!
He collapsed to the floor like a sack of bricks!
Standing at the shattered entrance of the penthouse was Vincent Moretti.
His suit jacket was gone, his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, his eyes burning with a terrifying, demonic fury! Behind him, Marco and a dozen Moretti enforcers poured into the apartment, sweeping the rooms with lethal efficiency!
Vincent dropped his empty clip, slapped a fresh magazine into his gun, and walked toward the remaining mercenaries like the grim reaper!
He fired continuously—left, right, center—dropping three mercenaries in four seconds!
The remaining two mercenaries threw down their weapons, raising their hands in absolute terror! "WE SURRENDER! WE SURRENDER!"
Vincent didn't pause. He fired two shots into their heads without breaking his stride.
He rushed over to Elena, catching her in his arms as her knees gave out.
"Elena! Elena, look at me!" Vincent pleaded, his voice cracking with pure desperation as he gathered her battered body against his chest. "I'm here! You're safe!"
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Elena blinked through her blurred vision, recognizing his face. "Vincent... Lily... she's in the safe room..."
"I've got her," Vincent sobbed, kissing her bloody forehead over and over again. "I've got both of you. It's over."
