Chapter 9 - WRATH OF THE KING
Volkov looked out the window of his Brooklyn penthouse just as the first RPG hit the lower floors. Cain hadn't brought a negotiation; he had brought an army.
Inside the penthouse, the blast knocked The Wolf off his feet. Hunter, wrists bound with zip-ties, used the chaos to grab a shard of broken glass from the coffee table, sawing frantically at her bindings.
Cain breached the penthouse like a force of nature, gunning down Russians in the hallway. The Wolf grabbed Hunter, pressing a knife to her throat. "Drop the gun, Valenti!"
Hunter caught Cain's eye. She mouthed one word in Russian: "Duck."
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Cain dropped to his knees. Hunter threw her head back, smashing her skull into The Wolf's nose. As the mercenary stumbled, Cain fired two rounds directly into his chest. The man who killed Hunter's father fell dead.
Cain dropped his weapon, pulling Hunter into his arms, burying his face in her neck. "I've got you," he choked out, his silence finally broken by the sheer terror of losing her. "I've got you."
