CARLOS POVI don’t go over straight. I branch to my home and pick up my weapon bag, prepared for days like this before leaving. It contains three rifles, one sniper gun, knives, pistols, gas, and command detonator. I wear my bulletproof vest with my suit jacket over it, then leave on my bike.Bodies of different men line the road to my office like a slaughterI drive straight into my building - Over fifty men stand at my private entrance, guns drawn. The air thick with smoke and coppery scent of blood.Damien and six soldiers are manning my office door with guns drawn out“No one enters his office” Damien grinds out.And, of course, it’s Sebrine demanding to be let in, with over seventy men surrounding him. His men are dispersed around, covering my valet, gym, and doorpost.“Took you forever.” Sebrine greets and I throw the throw-bomb as far behind his men as I can in response. The bomb blasts before his men could fire shots and I’m in front of Sebrine, holding his throat while bodies
Read more