Chapter 8 - Siege on the Sanctuary
The kiss ignited a spark that neither of them could control.
But their moment of peace was violently interrupted by the blaring sound of the penthouse security alarm.
Red lights flashed across the walls, casting eerie shadows over the living room.
Elias burst through the private elevator doors, heavily armed.
“Volkov has lost his mind, sir,” Elias shouted over the siren.
“He ordered a hit. They’re coming up the service stairs.”
Julian grabbed a sleek handgun from a hidden compartment under the coffee table.
His eyes were wild, fully reverting to the ruthless leader of the syndicate.
“Take Clara to the panic room. Now!” Julian ordered.
“I’m not leaving you!” Clara screamed over the noise.
Julian grabbed her shoulders, kissing her fiercely.
“You are my heart now, Clara. If you die, I have nothing left to fight for.”
He shoved her toward Elias just as the heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse splintered open.
Gunfire erupted, shattering the expensive glass windows into thousands of pieces.
Elias dragged Clara down a hidden corridor, locking them behind heavily reinforced steel.
In the pitch-black silence of the safe room, Clara fell to her knees.
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She pressed her hands over her ears, praying to a God she hadn't spoken to in years.
Please, let him survive.
