The Monster's Protégé
I could hear the chaos before I saw it: screams, glass shattering, the sharp bark of automatic fire.
Pulling down the mask over my face, I stormed into the chaos with the rifle. I didn’t stop. I didn’t flinch. I was a fucking storm because Marco taught me two rules when it came to shootouts: The first rule? Never hesitate. The second? Never miss. I had no intention of breaking either.
Then I saw two men advancing towards Mia, and they would really gotten to her if two bullets were not lodged inside their skulls.
“C’mon, let’s move,” I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a whip. Mia’s head snapped up, her hands slick with someone else’s blood. Her eyes found mine, and I saw the mome
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