Chapter 680
Chapter 680:
It was the voice of Nero.
Dominic froze. He looked up at the catwalks, seeing nothing but darkness. “Who are you p>
“I’m the one who decides if you leave this room walking or in a bag,” Liam said through the modulator. “Release the women. Now p>
“You think you can scare me?” Dominic laughed, but it sounded brittle. He pulled his gun and pressed it to the back of Skye’s head. “I have the leverage! You take a shot, she dies p>
“Wrong,” Liam said. “You’re not the leverage. You’re the target p>
CRASH!
The massive corrugated metal doors of the warehouse exploded inward.
A black armored Hummer, stripped of plates and reinforced with steel bars, smashed through the entrance like a battering ram. It drifted sideways, tires screeching, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.
“It’s Alistair!” Victoria screamed, half in terror, half in relief.
The guards opened fire. Bullets sparked off the Hummer’s windshield, leaving spiderweb cracks but failing to penetrate.
The driver’s door kicked open. Alistair Thorne rolled out, moving with a fluidity that was terrifying to watch. He held a pistol in each hand.
Bang-bang. Bang-bang.
Two guards dropped before they could readjust their aim. Alistair took cover behind the engine block of the Hummer, his eyes scanning the room.
“Dominic!” Alistair shouted. “Let them go! This ends now p>
Dominic grabbed Victoria by the hair, hauling her up and using her as a human shield. He kept his gun trained on Skye, who was still seated.
“Stay back!” Dominic screamed, his composure cracking. “I’ll kill them both! I swear to God, Alistair p>
Bianca, seeing the chaos, saw her chance. While everyone was focused on the brothers, she lunged at Skye with the knife.
R𝗼𝗺𝘢n𝗰𝘦 n𝘰vе𝗅ѕ 𝗈n 𝗯elո𝗈𝘷e𝗹𝗌.c𝗼𝘮
“Die, you bitch p>
Up on the catwalk, Liam saw the movement. He couldn’t shoot Bianca; a steel beam blocked a clean shot to her torso.
He shifted his aim. Not at the woman, but above her.
He pulled the trigger.
The shot was deafening in the enclosed space. The bullet severed the thick cable holding a massive industrial light fixture suspended above the center of the room. The fixture, weighing hundreds of pounds, plummeted.
It crashed down between Skye and Bianca, exploding into a shower of glass and sparks.
Bianca shrieked, throwing herself backward to avoid being crushed. The impact knocked her off her feet.
Skye didn’t hesitate. She flipped the table over, using it as a shield against the flying glass, and scrambled toward the pile of crates near the wall.
“Sniper!” one of the guards yelled, firing blindly into the rafters.
Liam rolled away from his position, moving to a new vantage point. He was the ghost in the machine, the unseen variable.
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