HIS MINI BEAR
The roar of their engines mingled with the stench of gunpowder and blood.
Alex was stationed behind a counter, his face set in a grim expression, his knuckles white as he gripped his pistol.
His usually impeccable suit was torn and splattered with crimson. But it was nothing compared to Ace.
Ace moved like a demon unleashed, stabbing anyone who dared to stand in front of him.
His once-pristine suit was now a canvas of gore, and his eyes... God, his eyes were empty. There was no trace of the man I knew.
His face, usually so controlled, was contorted into a mask of cold fury. I watched, paralyzed, as he effortlessly dodged a wild punch and plunged a blade into his attacker's throat.
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