Page 192 of Divine Obsession

My gaze flickered between both sides, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Something felt off.

We were in the middle of the shake-down. They were trying to get us to pass over the money, we wanted them to give Kali over first.

It was a shit show.

A slight movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. The man on the left was reaching for his gun under the table.

As I reached for my Glock, Trevor and Zane moved simultaneously, and flipped the heavy table with a crash that sent papers, glasses, and ashtrays flying. Chaos erupted.

Trevor advanced, his gun already drawn, firing off shots with deadly precision. Zane moved in with brutal efficiency and skill. One moment, he was jumping over the flipped jade table; the next, he was snapping a man’s neck and using his gun to shoot someone else.

I ducked behind one of the dragon statues, my heart pounding as I drew my own firearm. The carved gold scalesprovided decent cover, but it didn’t stop the rush of adrenaline coursing through me as I peered around the edge. Two Yakuza men came into my view, coming from behind Trevor and Zane. I shot them in the back of the head.

A Yakuza thug spotted me and raised his weapon. I fired first, the shot echoing through the room as he dropped.

After finding out the truth about my dad’s real business, and joining the Mob, I’d received much-needed training in combat and firearms. All my other half-siblings had too. It would’ve been irresponsible of my father and Ines to not make sure we knew how to protect ourselves in our world.

Point. Example.

Gunfire ricocheted off the walls, punctuated by shouts and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor. Trevor and Zane took down the rest of the men, one by one.

I had my own instructions.Find Kali.

She was somewhere in this place.

Slipping away from the statue, I moved quickly toward a dark hallway at the back of the room. I could still hear muffled shouting and struggled fighting behind me.

My grip tightened on my gun.

Two Yakuza men appeared at the end of the hallway. I fired twice, each shot landing between their eyes.

The hallway ended in a heavy metal door, already scratched and dented. Behind the heavy steel, the muffled sound of two gunshots stopped me dead in my tracks, leaving a deafening silence in its wake.

My chest tightened.

I heard Trevor and Zane close in at my back.

I hesitated for only a moment before gripping the handle. The metallic door groaned as it swung open, revealing a scene that stopped me cold.

Kali was on the floor, slumped against the wall, her clothes drenched with blood. Three Yakuza men laid down around her, lifeless.

“Kali!” I moved forward, but Zane was already running past me, dropping to a knee beside her.

“Hey,” Zane’s voice was low but urgent as he tapped her face lightly. “Wake up. Talk to me.” His hands hovered over her, careful but searching, his usually calm expression now edged with something that reminded me a lot of fear.

Kali’s eyes fluttered open, and she groaned, her voice hoarse. “It’s not my blood.”

Relief flooded through me, and I heard Zane exhale sharply, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked, leaning closer but keeping a measured distance.

Kali tilted her head back against the wall, her lips twitching into a lazy smirk. “I just killed three men by myself, asshole. I’m tired.”

For a moment, Zane stared at her, but then he simply nodded, breathing out hard. Carefully, he slipped an arm under her knees and another behind her back, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Despite his obvious strength, he held her like she was fragile, though he kept a certain distance – a formality, maybe.

I glanced at Trevor, standing just behind Zane. His eyes were narrowed on the two of them. “Take her to the car.”

Zane nodded and carried Kali out, moving quickly but smoothly. Trevor and I followed, scanning the area to ensure there were no other threats.

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