Chapter 6 - The Russian Trap
Back at the secure penthouse, Alessandro’s brilliant financial experts aggressively decoded the black ledger in a matter of hours.
It contained highly detailed records of the stolen fifty million dollars and exactly where the money was being washed.
“He is working directly with the Volkov syndicate,” Alessandro announced, his handsome face darkening with absolute, murderous rage.
“The ruthless Russians have been trying to violently take over my territory for three years.”
“David cowardly bought their protection using my stolen money.”
Suddenly, the heavy, bullet-resistant glass windows of the penthouse shattered violently inward in a storm of deadly shrapnel.
A massive, deafening explosion rocked the entire high-rise building, throwing me violently to the cold marble floor.
“Get down!” Enzo roared at the top of his lungs, diving bravely over the sofa with his heavy weapon drawn.
Thick, choking black smoke filled the luxurious living room almost instantly.
Alessandro lunged forcefully across the floor, grabbing me tightly by the waist and pulling me safely behind a heavy marble pillar.
“Where is Logan?” Alessandro shouted over the absolutely deafening sound of automatic gunfire.
“He is in the guest room!” I screamed in absolute terror, my maternal instincts screaming.
I desperately tried to run toward the hallway, but Alessandro pinned me to the floor with his heavy, muscular body.
“Stay exactly here, Catherine!” he commanded, his dark eyes burning with fierce, unstoppable determination.
He rolled aggressively out from behind our cover, firing his weapon rapidly and accurately into the thick smoke.
Heavily armed men in dark tactical gear were pouring relentlessly through the shattered balcony doors.
Alessandro moved with terrifying, lethal precision, dropping three heavily armed attackers before they could even aim their weapons.
He fought his way brutally down the hallway, kicking the guest room door completely off its hinges.
A terrifying second later, he emerged carrying a screaming Logan safely in one arm while accurately firing his gun with the other.
He tossed Logan gently into my waiting arms behind the marble pillar.
“Keep your head down and cover his ears tightly,” Alessandro ordered, his voice surprisingly calm amidst the absolute chaos.
The brutal firefight lasted for ten agonizing minutes before Enzo and the remaining guards completely secured the destroyed room.
The beautiful penthouse was utterly ruined, completely covered in blood, bullet holes, and broken glass.
Alessandro calmly reloaded his weapon, stepping casually over the bodies of the Russian attackers.
He looked at me, seeing the pure, unfiltered terror in my eyes as I clutched my crying child.
“They know we are rapidly closing in on David,” Alessandro said, wiping a streak of dark blood from his cheek.
“This was their desperate, pathetic attempt to stop us.”
He turned to his bleeding men, his aura radiating absolute, terrifying power.
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“Gather every single soldier in the city.”
“We are going to war tonight.”
