Chapter 7 - The Rescue at 8th Street
Smoke and twisted metal rained down on the concrete floor.
Before the echoes of the blast could fade, bright halogen beams flooded the warehouse, blinding Viktor’s men. Dozens of armed security personnel in dark uniforms flooded through the breach, taking tactical positions with terrifying speed.
Through the clearing smoke walked Lorenzo Moretti.
He wore no body armor, no helmet. He walked straight down the center aisle of the warehouse, his dark coat billowing behind him, his expression carved out of solid stone.
Viktor panicked, grabbing his gun and pulling me up by my shoulder, holding me in front of him as a shield. "Stay back, Lorenzo! Step any closer and I swear—"
Lorenzo didn't even pause his stride. He stopped ten feet away, staring past me directly into Viktor’s eyes.
"Viktor," Lorenzo said calmly, his tone frighteningly soft. "You have five seconds to remove your hands from that child."
"I want the eastern docks!" Viktor yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. "Sign the transfer or—"
BANG.
A single suppressed shot rang out from high up in the rafters.
Viktor’s gun hand suddenly went limp, the firearm clattering to the concrete floor as a sniper bullet hit his wrist with surgical precision. Viktor screamed in pain, staggering backward into the dark.
Before the other guards could even raise their weapons, Lorenzo’s tactical team neutralized them with swift, non-lethal efficiency, dropping them to the floor within seconds.
Lorenzo closed the distance instantly.
He dropped to his knees, taking out a small pocketknife and slicing through the ropes binding my wrists. He threw the knife aside and pulled me into a tight, protective embrace.
"Are you hurt, Emily?" Lorenzo asked softly, his hands checking my arms and face for any injuries. "Did they touch you?"
"I'm okay," I sobbed, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. "I knew you’d come!"
Lorenzo held me close, kissing the top of my head as his broad shoulders relaxed for the first time in hours.
"Always, little one," Lorenzo whispered warmly. "Always."
He stood up, holding my hand firmly as Marco stepped forward to deal with Viktor and his men.
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"What do we do with Viktor, Boss?" Marco asked coldly.
Lorenzo didn't even look back at Viktor. "Hand him and all his evidence directly to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Ensure he spends the rest of his natural life behind bars. The east side is ours now."
