Chapter 9 - BLOOD FOR BLOOD
The standoff was tense, the air thick with cordite and dust. Marcus laughed, a desperate, unhinged sound. "You shoot me, I pull this trigger. She dies, Hale."
Elara locked eyes with Rowan. Despite the gun to her temple, she nodded. She trusted him.
Rowan didn't aim for Marcus’s head. He aimed for the mirror positioned on a forklift behind Marcus. He calculated the angle, the wind coming through the broken doors, the drop of the bullet.
Crack.
The bullet ricocheted off the reinforced steel mirror bracket and slammed directly into the back of Marcus’s knee. Marcus screamed, his leg giving out. As he collapsed, releasing his grip on Elara, Rowan fired a second shot—this one burying itself right between Marcus’s eyes.
The tyrant fell dead. The warehouse went completely silent.
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Rowan lowered his weapon. He wheeled himself forward over the rough concrete. Elara scrambled away from Marcus's body and threw her arms around Rowan, burying her face in his shoulder. For the first time in his adult life, Rowan Hale dropped his gun and hugged someone back.
Mia ran over, tears streaming down her face, and squeezed his hand. "You saved us, Mr. Ice."
