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When Titans Collide

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-03 16:03:14

Andrew’s POV

The night had gotten far too quiet for my liking, and in that unnatural silence, every crackle of a branch or brush of the wind made my nerves twitch.

I could still remember the wave of shock i had gotten when the sound that sent ice straight down my spine, gunshots, rang in my ears and i couldn't help but think of the worse.

My men were capable of handling themselves, they were FBI agents, after all, but there was a dark feeling pooling in.my stomach just thinking what had caused such amount of gun fire to ring in the air.

Not one, not two, but a lot of them, echoing violently through the forest like war drums. From the direction of Fernando’s mansion.

I had made sure to tell me men not to attack without receiving orders from me to do so. Which means this could only mean one thing

They were under attack.

My stomach dropped.

Something had gone wrong.

I hadn’t planned for a situation where Michael and his pack of goons would attack when I wasn’t there.

I thought they w
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