Chapter 11 - The Breach
Through the thick, choking grey smoke, a nightmare stepped into the room.
Julian Rossi didn't issue warnings. He didn't ask for surrender. He leveled his shotgun and fired. The first mercenary was thrown backward, his chest caved in by buckshot. The second mercenary managed to raise his assault rifle, but Julian drew his Glock with his left hand in a fluid, impossibly fast motion, putting two bullets straight through the man’s skull.
The gunshots echoed in the confined space, deafening and absolute.
Victoria screamed, dropping the iron poker in sheer terror. She scrambled backward, slipping in the blood of her own hired guards.
Julian racked the shotgun, the sound echoing like a death knell. His eyes locked onto Sophia. Seeing her bruised, bleeding face strapped to the chair shattered the last remaining fraction of his restraint.
He walked slowly toward Victoria, the shotgun leveled at her chest.
"Julian! Stop! Please!" Victoria shrieked, pressing her back against the rusted meat hooks lining the wall. "My father will ruin you! You can't!"
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Julian didn't say a word. He didn't even look at her face. He raised the heavy stock of the shotgun and smashed it directly into Victoria’s jaw. The crack of bone was sickeningly loud. Victoria crumpled to the floor, unconscious and broken.
Julian threw the shotgun aside and dropped to his knees in front of Sophia.
