Chapter 44 Fire And Ruin

• The gunshot rang out like a cannon blast in the narrow confines of the warehouse. Diego staggered back as white-hot agony exploded in his shoulder. Blood soaked through his black shirt, spreading fast, but he didn’t fall. His breathing hitched, his pulse hammering, but his stance held firm, unwavering.
• Rodrigo stood across from him, smirking, gun still aimed, smoke curling from the barrel. His sharp suit, pristine and tailored, bore not a single wrinkle, like he had planned every second of this moment.
• “You took everything from me,” Diego growled, his voice ragged but laced with fury. His dark eyes, glinting with unrelenting rage, locked onto Rodrigo’s. “But not her.”