Chapter 20 - Standing Together Against The Storm
Ricardo stood in the ruined doorway, his tuxedo ruined with blood and smoke, holding a smoking pistol with deadly calm.
“You traitorous bastard,” Ricardo snarled, walking forward and kicking his uncle violently to the concrete floor.
Dominic groaned, clutching his bleeding shoulder while glaring up at his nephew with pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes.
“You think killing me solves anything, Ricardo? The entire commission in Chicago wants the girl dead, and they won't stop!” Dominic laughed maniacally.
Ricardo didn't hesitate; he raised his boot and silenced his uncle permanently with a swift, merciless strike to the throat.
The bunker fell dead silent, save for the crackling of damaged computer servers and my own ragged, breathless gasps for air.
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Ricardo turned around, dropping his weapon to the floor before pulling me into his arms with fierce, desperate desperation.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he whispered into my hair, his massive shoulders trembling slightly from the adrenaline crash.
