FiorellaThe moment Rocco lunged, I followed.Bullets cut through the air like deadly whispers, slicing too close, but I didn’t flinch. Fear had no place in moments like this. It was just instinct, precision, and blood.I fired three shots in quick succession, each bullet finding its target. A masked man dropped with a choked gasp, his gun slipping from his fingers. Another staggered back, clutching his side where my bullet had torn through flesh.Rocco was a shadow beside me, moving like a predator, his gun spitting fire. Two men collapsed before they even saw him coming.Another enemy rushed toward me, his knife flashing in the dim streetlights. Idiot. I sidestepped at the last second, grabbing his wrist and twisting. A sickening pop echoed as the blade clattered to the ground.I drove my knee into his gut, then slammed the butt of my gun against his skull. He crumpled at my feet.“Five down,” I called out, my breath steady despite the chaos.“Six,” Rocco corrected, snapping a man’s
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