Going to pay

Chapter 130

Daphne POV

The sound of gunfire echoes like thunder in the warehouse.

I don't flinch. I keep moving. Duck, aim, shoot.

The air stinks of metal and smoke. The staccato bursts of semi-automatics rattle through the rafters. Men scream. Glass shatters. Someone's radio cuts out with a burst of static.

Bodies drop like flies.

Another one lunges from behind a crate. I whirl, squeeze the trigger. He falls mid-step, dead before he hits the floor.

I reload in three seconds flat. Clip. Slide. Ready.

Some asshole leaked Raffaele's location.

Word on the street was vague, but clear enough: a Castellano without backup, spotted in the outskirts.

To the desperate dogs trying to make a name for themselves, it was an open invitation.

To me? It was a death warrant I had no intention of letting be fulfilled.