Angel fires almost simultaneously, catching Rod before he can react.
Gunfire explodes throughout the warehouse.
Bets and Kisha sprint toward Serenity and Madden.
Kobe fires back.
The bullet slams into my vest hard enough to steal my breath.
Pain blooms across my chest.
I recover instantly.
Raising my rifle, I fire again.
His Glock flies from his hand.
Two more shots.
His legs buckle.
Rod drops seconds later after taking rounds to both legs.
Around us, my team finishes securing the warehouse.
The gunfire fades.
“Boss,” Devlin says through the earpiece. “Three truckloads of men just left. Looks like they’re heading toward the private airport.”
“You and Nolan stay on them.”
“Copy.”
Catch comes over the line. “Are you secure?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he replies.
“Help Nolan and Devlin stop those trucks.”
My voice turns cold.
“No survivors.”
“Understood.”
I lower my rifle and stare at Rod.
The bastard smiles through the pain.
“Why fake your death?”
Before he can answer, Serenity steps forward.
“Kobe’s real name is Ignazio Vero.”
Every head turns toward her.
