Claimed by the Mafia Biker
“Stop talking. Move with me.”
The shadow paused for the briefest moment, then struck again, claws swiping at Cruz’s side. He twisted, firing twice more, but the figure slid just out of reach. Blade lunged, knife flashing, and the shadow jerked back, just avoiding the strike.
Our daughter whimpered again. “Daddy…”
Cruz’s gaze softened for the briefest second, then hardened again. “I’ve got you, baby. I swear. Nothing’s touching you.”
The shadow recoiled slightly, almost as if mocking us, then darted forward again, faster than before. Cruz fired, one bullet grazing its arm, sparks scattering. Blade slashed, connecting this time, metal ringing sharply. The figure hissed, a sound that made my bl