Chapter 6 - THE STEEL TRAP
The warehouse in Red Hook smelled of salt, rusted iron, and gasoline. Rain lashed against the corrugated roof, masking the sound of Dominic’s tactical team taking positions in the rafters.
Elara stood beside Dominic in the shadows of a shipping container, dressed entirely in black, a suppressed Glock 19 heavy in her hands.
"You know how to use that, or is it just for decoration?" Dominic murmured, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.
"I shot expert at Quantico," she whispered back, never taking her eyes off the center of the warehouse, where Lorenzo Moretti and his lieutenants were gathered around a steel table, counting the cash Isabella had wired them.
"Quantico targets don't shoot back," Dominic noted.
"I guess we'll find out if I flinch."
Dominic raised his hand, two fingers extended. A silent countdown.
Three. Two. One.
He dropped his hand.
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The lights cut out. The warehouse plunged into pitch blackness.
Chaos erupted. The sharp, muffled thwip-thwip of suppressed fire echoed through the massive space. Shouts of confusion tore from the Moretti men. Elara didn't hesitate. She moved seamlessly alongside Dominic, firing double-taps into the darkness guided by the laser sights of Dominic's crew. It was a perfectly choreographed dance of violence.
