Chapter 8 - BLOOD ON THE SNOW
They came in the dead of night.
Despite the federal heat, Silas was desperate. He led a team of mercenaries through the frozen forests of the Catskills, bypassing the outer sensors.
The first explosion rocked the bunker, knocking the power out. Emergency red lights flared to life.
“Stay behind the blast door,” Luke ordered Elena, pressing a pistol into her hands. He kissed her forehead—a desperate, lingering touch. “If the door opens and it isn't me or Marco, you empty the magazine. Do you understand?”
She nodded, terrified but resolute.
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Luke stepped into the corridor, plunging into the darkness. The firefight was brutal, deafening, and intimate. Luke fought not as a billionaire CEO, but as the ruthless enforcer he had been trained to be. He moved through the shadows, eliminating the mercenaries with terrifying efficiency.
He found Marco bleeding from a shoulder wound, pinning down two men at the breach. Together, they pushed the assault back out into the freezing snow, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.
