Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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I got the call halfway through breakfast that something had happened at our building.
My heart stopped as I listened to Anya's frantic voice, the sound of gun shots and screams rang like a terrifying symphony in my ears. I didn't even bother finishing my omelette, I just leapt into my car and floored it. Eddie and Felix had to take another car to catch up to me, both of them with their guns loaded and ready for a fight.
My building, the legacy of my late father was under attack.
The lobby was full of people. The moved out of the way as I made my way to the elevators. Their concern manifested in hushed whispered and pointed stares. I could feel the panic in the air as my body guards surrounded me on all sides, escorting me toward my office.
I could hear the faint sound of gunshots. With each shot, the crowned flinched or nervously glanced at the full exits.
"Evacuate the building." I said to one of my managers who trailed behind me nervously. "I don't want anyone here, understood?"
He nodded, tugging at his collar. "And the police?" He asked, glancing over towards the exits. The dual lights of blue and red flashed over the marble floors. "Should I dispatch them upstairs to sweep the floors."
I glanced over to two officers who were busy trying to reassure people in the main lobby. They were just normal patrol cops, I doubt they could do anything but shoot.
"Just do as I say," I order him. "Make sure everyone's out. I don't want any casualties in case things go bad."
It wasn't a bomb. It would've went off by now. I wouldn't put it past Zoya for trying something like that. As much as we wanted to kill each other, neither of us could stand cops. This was an attack on me, hitting me where it hurt.
I entered the elevator. Nik and Eddie stood next to me, both of their hands on their guns. Who knew what was going to be up there. I pulled out my gun too, unlocking the safety. The gold inlaid into the hilt felt heavy, I wondered just how many more times I would have to use it.
I counted the floors. All three of us were tense until the doors opened.
And then it was just chaos.
Whoever they were—they opened fire on us. I could hear the rush of air as the bullets flew past my head.
Four other men were hidden away, dressed in all black with ski masks over their heads.
"Not the best of welcomes!" Felix yelled, taking a few well aimed shots. One of them went down in a flail of limbs, his blood staining the floors in macabre shapes.
"Zoya is really a bastard!" I said, ducking out of the elevator and taking cover behind a office wall.
There were already bullet holes and blood, it looked like a war zone than a corporate office. I just hoped that I would get out in one peace.
