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Chapter 16

Author: Nianni_m
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Fiorella

The doors slammed inwards with a thunderous crash.

Concrete dust filled my mouth, choking me.

But my instinct did not fail.

I ducked behind the metal table, gun raised, breathing calm.

Smoke stung my eyes, but I could hear them, heavy boots pounding in, shouting in clipped Italian.

Rocco's voice cut through it, cold and imperative.

"Rafael, we need backup. Now!"

Gunfire erupted before Rafael could reply.

The safe house was breached.

I eased out from the back of the table, firing twice.

A man fell, his rifle banging on the floor.

Another charged me.

I ran him head-on.

Elbow to nose, crack, his yell silenced by my boot coming down on his ribs.

He hit the ground.

Rocco was by my side in a flash, covering my left.

He did not seem frightened.

Cold. Calculated.

His gun crackled in crisp, controlled shots.

No wasted motion.

"Five, maybe six," he said without moving.

I took a deep breath, tasting metal and adrenaline.

“They made a mistake coming here.”

We moved together.

It was inst
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