Chapter 13 - Confronted In The Moonlight Shadows
The glass door behind us shattered inward with a deafening crash, showering the stone patio in glittering shards of diamond-like debris.
Viktor stepped through the broken frame holding a suppressed 9mm pistol, two armed mercenaries flanking him with tactical rifles raised.
“End of the line, little bird,” Viktor hissed, raising his weapon directly toward Ricardo’s chest across the wet garden grass.
Ricardo didn’t flinch; he simply pivoted slightly, shielding my body entirely with his own while leveling his pistol with dead-eyed precision.
“You stepped onto Moretti land the moment you crossed into New York, Viktor, and you won’t leave alive,” Ricardo stated calmly.
“We’ll see about that once I put a bullet through your precious little fake fiancée’s head first,” Viktor snarled, shifting his aim toward me.
Time seemed to slow down as Ricardo squeezed his trigger twice with terrifying speed, the suppressed shots sounding like heavy coughs in the rain.
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Viktor’s mercenaries dropped instantly, collapsing onto the wet pavement before they could even squeeze their tactical triggers.
Viktor stumbled backward, clutching a bleeding shoulder as he stared at Ricardo in absolute, paralyzing disbelief.
