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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: ALWAYS THE RIGHT HAND

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Damien’s POV

The old warehouse seats at the edge of the docks. We fan out immediately.

Silas taps twice against his helmet.

“Thermal shows movement below us,” he murmurs. “Multiple heat signatures.”

Bruno cracks his knuckles softly. “How many?”

“Hard to say. Twenty. Maybe more.”

I adjust my grip on my weapon, my eyes scanning the dark interior.

“Entry on my mark,” I say quietly.

Rhea’s lips curve faintly. “Sure, boss.”

I lift my fist.

Then drop it.

And then we move in like smoke.

The moment they notice us, shouting erupts immediately.

“What the—!”

“CONTACT—!”

Gunfire explodes across the room. Muzzle flashes strobe against concrete pillars. Men scatter in different directions, boots skidding, bodies colliding.

I move through the chaos, my mind eerily clear.

One man lunges at me with a knife. I sidestep, and slam my elbow into his throat.

He drops without a sound.

Another raises his weapon—

Bruno takes him out with a single brutal punch that sends the guy sprawling like a ragdoll.

“GO—
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