Chapter 6 - The Blood Shed
The senior bodyguard froze the moment he heard Caitlyn gasp.
He instantly raised his silenced weapon toward the concrete pillar.
Damian stepped out from the shadows with lethal, terrifying grace.
The bodyguard panicked and fired blindly into the dark garage.
The sharp, suppressed sound of the gunshot echoed violently off the walls.
Damian threw himself forcefully in front of Caitlyn to act as her human shield.
A heavy bullet grazed Damian's upper arm, tearing right through his expensive shirt.
Dark blood instantly bloomed across the pristine white fabric.
Damian did not even flinch or cry out in pain.
He lunged forward like a predator and disarmed the traitor in one brutal motion.
He twisted the man's wrist until a loud snap echoed through the room.
The bodyguard screamed, dropping the gun onto the concrete floor.
Caitlyn rushed forward, absolutely terrified by the sight of Damian's blood.
Damian completely ignored his wound and hauled the traitor up by his collar.
He slammed the man against the side of an armored SUV.
"Where is the Chicago crew keeping the boy?" Damian demanded in a low, deadly growl.
The bodyguard spat blood onto the floor and laughed bitterly.
"You are already way too late, Boss," the traitor wheezed.
Damian pressed his forearm against the man's throat, cutting off his air.
"Give me the exact location right now," Damian ordered.
The bodyguard clawed at Damian's arm, his face turning an ugly shade of purple.
"Pier Forty-Two," the man finally choked out in defeat.
"They are holding him in the abandoned shipping warehouse by the water."
Damian dropped the man to the floor and kicked him hard in the ribs.
Vincent sprinted down the stairs, his own gun drawn and ready.
He stared in absolute shock at the bleeding traitor on the floor.
"Secure him in the holding cell," Damian commanded without looking back.
Caitlyn reached out with trembling hands to inspect Damian's bleeding arm.
Damian gently caught her wrists, stopping her frantic movements.
"I am fine," he promised softly, his eyes softening just for her.
"We are going to get your brother back right now."
Vincent tied the traitor's hands with heavy plastic zip ties.
The bodyguard let out another wet, mocking laugh from the floor.
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"You can go to the pier, but you won't find the boy," the traitor warned them.
"The Chicago boss already ordered his men to burn the building to the ground with the kid inside."
