2026-08-01 20:02:12Chapter 75
[Elara]
The heavy steel shutters hit the marble floor with a deafening, earth-shaking slam. The crystal chandeliers flickered and died, plunging the opulent ballroom into total, suffocating blackness.
"Night vision! Now!" Cassian roared, the sound of his pistol discharging twice echoing through the dark.
I didn't need the command. I tapped the microscopic sensor behind my ear, activating the specialized contact lenses resting over my eyes. The pitch-black room instantly flared into a crisp, glowing green.
I looked down. Sterling was dead. Cassian had put two bullets through his chest the second the lights cut out. But the billionaire’s final, hysterical laugh still haunted the air.
"Mamma! Papa!" Leo’s voice screamed through the encrypted comms, completely stripped of his usual calm. "Get out of there! The Vanguard troops in the building weren't the primary security! It was a honeypot!"
"Calm down, Leo. Talk to me," I ordered, spinning back-to-back with Cassian, my ceramic blades raised. The surviving gala guests were screaming, blindly trampling each other in the dark to reach exits that no longer existed.
"I hacked the building's thermal grid," Leo panted, the sound of frantic typing bleeding through the earpiece. "Sterling didn't have two hundred men in that tower. He has a thousand. They were staged on the floors beneath you. They are flooding the stairwells right now."
My blood turned to slush. A thousand heavily armed mercenaries. Even the King and Queen of Rome couldn't fight an entire battalion in a sealed steel box.
"Nine!" Cassian shouted.
"Here, Boss," the ghost replied, materializing in the green hue of my lenses. Nine was bleeding from a shallow cut on his arm, but his expression remained a mask of apathetic calm.
"The doors are magnetically sealed," Nine reported, gesturing toward the heavy steel shutters covering the exits. "We are in a reinforced kill box."
A sudden, sharp hissing sound emanated from the ceiling vents above us.
I recognized that sound instantly. It was the exact same hiss I had heard in the depths of the Gauntlet ten years ago.
"Gas!" I screamed, grabbing Cassian’s arm. "They're flooding the room!"
We didn't have masks. We didn't have an exit.
Cassian didn't panic. The absolute, unhinged violence that made him the most feared Don on earth completely took over. He looked at the massive, steel-reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows that were now covered by the heavy blast shutters.
"Leo," Cassian growled into the comms. "The structural blueprints. The external shutters. What are they rated for?"
"Papa, you can't blast through them!" Leo begged, realizing what his father was calculating. "They are rated to withstand a category-five hurricane and C4 explosives! You don't have enough firepower!"
"I don't need firepower," Cassian said, a dark, feral smirk twisting his face in the green light. "I need gravity."
Cassian grabbed the radio off Nine’s tactical vest. It was tuned to the Vanguard security frequency.
"Vanguard command," Cassian spoke smoothly into the stolen radio, projecting the authoritative, aristocratic tone of Jonathan Sterling. "This is Sterling. The targets are trapped. Detonate the primary structural supports on floor seventy-nine."
"Copy that, Mr. Sterling. Detonating now."
The response was immediate. The Vanguard commander hadn't questioned the voice; he was conditioned to follow absolute orders.
"Cassian, what did you just do?" I breathed, grabbing his lapels.
"I just blew the floor out from under us," he replied, wrapping his massive arms tightly around my waist.
BOOM.
The eightieth floor of the Apex Tower violently detonated.
The Vanguard mercenaries had rigged the floor beneath the ballroom with shaped charges to collapse the room if the targets proved too difficult to kill. Cassian had just ordered them to trigger their own trap while we were still inside it.
The marble floor beneath our boots completely disintegrated.
Gravity inverted. The screams of the gala guests were instantly swallowed by the deafening roar of collapsing steel, concrete, and shattering crystal.
We plummeted downward into the dark.
I buried my face into Cassian’s chest, clinging to him with desperate, agonizing strength as the world dissolved into absolute, catastrophic ruin. The Pantheon thought they had locked us in a steel coffin.
They were about to find out that the King and Queen of Rome were born in the dirt, and we knew exactly how to fight our way out of the grave.
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