Chapter 44 Fire And Ruin

The gunshot rang out like a cannon blast in the narrow confines of the warehouse. Diego staggered back as white-hot agony exploded in his shoulder. Blood soaked through his black shirt, spreading fast, but he didn’t fall. His breathing hitched, his pulse hammering, but his stance held firm, unwavering. Rodrigo stood across from him, smirking, gun still aimed, smoke curling from the barrel. His sharp suit, pristine and tailored, bore not a single wrinkle, like he had planned every second of this moment.