Page 81 of Ruthless Daddies

“Now!” I yell.

Dmitri opens fire from above, his bullets tearing through the group with ruthless precision.

But the attackers keep coming.

“They just don’t stop!” Nikolai growls, ducking behind a steel beam as bullets ricochet dangerously close.

“They’re trying to wear us down,” I reply, firing at a man who had been inching closer. He falls with a cry, but three more take his place.

A loud crash echoes from the far end of the warehouse as another wave of attackers floods in, their shouts mixing with the chaos. My grip tightens on my gun, my mind racing. We’re outnumbered, pinned down.

And then, through the haze of smoke and chaos, I hear it.

The roar of engines.

“Reinforcements!” Dmitri yells, his voice cutting through the noise.

The heavy metal doors at the side of the warehouse burst open, and a black SUV skids to a stop. Men pour out, Morozov men, their faces hard and their weapons ready.

A surge of relief washes over me as they open fire, their precision and training evident as they quickly take control of the situation.

“They’re here,” I mutter, ducking behind a stack of crates to reload.

Nikolai grins faintly, his breathing ragged. “About damn time.”

But the relief is short-lived. As the Morozov men spread out, covering the warehouse, I spot movement out of the corner of my eye. One of the attackers, hiding behind a stack of barrels, his gun trained on me.

I react instinctively, raising my weapon, but I’m too slow.

A shot rings out.

Time seems to slow as I brace for impact, but the bullet never comes. Instead, the attacker crumples to the ground, a clean shot to the head.

I turn, my chest heaving, to see Alexei standing in the doorway, his gun still raised.

“Little too close, don’t you think?” he says, his voice calm despite the chaos around us.

“Alexei,” I breathe, lowering my weapon.

He strides into the room, firing another shot as an attacker rushes toward us. The man drops instantly, and Alexei smirks.

“Saved your ass,” he says, his tone teasing. “You’re welcome.”

I shake my head, the adrenaline still coursing through me. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

“And miss all the fun?” he replies, raising an eyebrow.

Dmitri drops down from his perch, reloading as he joins us. “Glad you could make it,” he says dryly.

“Couldn’t let you three handle this mess on your own,” Alexei replies, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

The four of us regroup, the tide of the battle turning in our favor as the Morozov men sweep through the warehouse, taking down the remaining attackers.

By the time the gunfire ceases, the room is eerily silent.

I glance around, my chest heaving, my ears ringing from the noise. The attackers are either dead or captured, their weapons scattered across the floor.

“Wow, still got it,” Alexei says, storing his gun away.

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