Bullets chewed through stained glass, spraying shards like rainbows across the dark. The church shook with Navarro’s fury, his stragglers screaming like jackals as they poured lead into the sanctuary.Jackson dove behind a shattered pew, Elena clutched tight against his chest. The ledger dug into his ribs with every desperate breath.Across the aisle, Carlo crouched behind a stone pillar, returning fire with a predator’s precision. Each shot dropped a Navarro soldier, his laughter ringing between the cracks of gunfire.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Carlo shouted over the chaos. “Blood on holy ground. A perfect family tradition!”Jackson’s rage boiled. “You think this is tradition? This is the end!”He leaned out, squeezed the trigger. A Navarro gunman spun, dropped. The others howled, firing back, bullets sparking stone inches from Jackson’s face.Elena whimpered, clutching his arm, her skin clammy with fever. She couldn’t survive long in this hell. Carlo slid across the aisle, slamming down