Dane ran down the middle of the road, blood drying on his face as he wiped his jacket clean. “Finally,” he muttered. “Lost the cops.” But there was no time to breathe. Leo can wait. I need firepower first. Garrett Place. That was the only stop that mattered now. He looked down at the empty gun in his hand and scoffed. “This won’t survive Garrett Place.” A car slowed as it approached the wreckage ahead. Dane stepped into the road and raised the empty weapon. “Hey! Stop! Stop right there!” The driver swerved, trying to turn away. Dane took a step forward. “Try to run and I shoot.” The car stopped. The door opened slowly. “Out. Now.” The driver stepped out, hands raised. Dane moved fast, shoving him aside and jumping into the seat. The engine roared. Tires burned as he took the corner hard, shooting toward the bridge that led straight into Garrett territory. Garrett Place. Guns. Bullets. Grenades. If he was going after Leo, he was going to war. And this time, he w

Dane burst into the building through the smoke, gunfire cracking around him. Blood streaked the marble floor. Men shouted. Alarms wailed.He dropped his duffel and ripped it open.Smoke grenades.One after another, he hurled them across the lobby.Hissssss—White clouds exploded outward, swallowing the room. Visibility vanished. Shapes blurred. Shadows ran.“Where is he?!”Gunfire ripped blindly through the smoke.Dane moved.Low. Fast. Silent.A man rushed through the fog.Dane fired.The man collapsed.Two more came down the staircase leading to the entrance, weapons raised.Boom.Boom.They tumbled down the steps, lifeless.A muzzle flash flared from above.Someone on the upper floor.Dane rolled across the floor as bullets tore into the wall where he’d been standing. He came up on one knee, aimed through the smoke, and fired.The body dropped from the balcony and slammed onto the marble below.Dane didn’t slow.He sprinted deeper into the mansion.Three men in suits rushed from a

Dane kept one hand moving, slow and steady.Every door along the corridor looked the same. Heavy. Silent. Waiting.“You don’t kick doors blindly,” he muttered. “That’s how you die.”He stopped in front of a larger one at the end of the hall.Thicker steel. Reinforced frame.Important.Dane pressed his ear to it.Movement.Breathing.Voices.“This is it,” he whispered.Then he stepped back.And kicked.BOOM!The door blasted inward.Smoke and dust rolled across the room.Seven men spun around, guns rising in perfect unison.At the center of the room, tied to a chair, sat Leo.His arm was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. His face was pale, but his eyes were still sharp.“Drop your weapon!” one of Leo’s men shouted. “Or we kill him right now!”Dane didn’t lower the gun.“You shoot him,” Dane said calmly, “and you die right after. Every one of you.”The men hesitated.Leo smiled.“Well, well, well,” he said. “If it isn’t Dane. We meet again.”Dane stepped into the room, gun still raised.

Dane burst through the back door. The hallway beyond was narrow and dimly lit. Wires dangled from the ceiling, and debris was scattered across the floor. Leo was already moving, limping slightly but fast enough to stay ahead. “Don’t slow down!” Dane shouted, keeping his gun trained on him. The sound of distant gunfire echoed behind them. Some of Leo’s men had regrouped and were trying to cut off their escape. Dane dove to the side as a bullet slammed into the wall inches from his head. He rolled forward, keeping pace with Leo, and fired back, dropping one of the men lining up a shot. Leo glanced over his shoulder, panic flickering in his eyes. “You think you can catch me?” “You’re not going anywhere,” Dane growled. Leo crashed into a storage room, kicking crates aside. Dane followed immediately and ducked behind a stack of boxes as Leo grabbed a nearby pipe and raised it as a weapon. Dane’s finger tightened on the trigger. BOOM! A single shot rang out. Leo stumbled, the pipe t

Warm liquid ran down the side of his face.Blood.He pushed himself up quickly, ignoring the dizziness. His head throbbed violently, blood dripping down his cheek and onto his shirt.Leo stood a few meters away, breathing hard, eyes wild but sharp.“There’s no way for you to run,” Dane growled, not even raising his gun yet. His voice was low, dangerous.But then—Footsteps.Leo’s men had already closed the distance.They rushed in from both sides of the street, guns drawn.Civilians who had been watching froze for a split second — then chaos exploded.People screamed.Some dropped their bags and ran.Others pulled out their phones, shouting that they were calling the police.Cars that had been approaching immediately stopped and reversed. Some drivers made reckless U-turns. Horns blared. The entire road turned into panic.“Gun! Gun!” someone screamed.Dane wiped blood from his eye with the back of his hand. The bleeding was serious now. It soaked into his collar and dripped down his c