Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Across the city, fires erupted: Volkov docks exploding in flames, their drug labs razed, enforcers gunned down in the streets.
Screams and sirens filled the night, collateral damage be damned, innocent bystanders caught in crossfire, buildings crumbling.
Vincent didn't care; Chris was his everything, and without him, the city could ash.
Vincent stormed out of the tower, three black SUVs loaded with his deadliest men, armed to the teeth with automatics, grenades, and grim determination.
In the lead car, Vincent rode shotgun, his Beretta gripped white-knuckled.
Beside him in the back seat was Lena, his tech genius, a sharp-witted hacker with a goth streak, piercings glinting under the dashboar
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