Mixed blood

Chapter two : Silky brown hair

The plan had been perfect. Every detail, down to the last second, had been carefully orchestrated. William had spent weeks crafting this moment, predicting every possible move, ensuring every piece was in place.

Now, he and his team waited, their breaths measured, their guns ready. Hours passed, anticipation thick as fog.

"Where the hell is he?" William muttered under his breath, his frustration barely contained.

"What if the intel was wrong?" Albert, one of the commanders, asked quietly.

"Impossible," William snapped. "We've accounted for everything."

And yet... the silence stretched, feeding his growing impatience. Then, suddenly—

"Boss—bad news. The files. They're gone."

"What?" His voice dropped, lethal.

"The warehouse system—hacked. Every goddamn file we had—supplier lists, accounts, operations—all wiped. Someone stole them."

His grip on the gun tightened so hard his knuckles turned white.

The entire plan had been a distraction.

The assassin never wanted the shipment. That was a cover.

The real target had always been their information.

Everything that made the Russos untouchable had been taken from right under their noses.

Then this assasin wouldn't show up tonight. Fuck!

Rage burned through him, cold and sharp. He clenched his jaw, inhaling slowly, suppressing the urge to put a bullet in something—someone.

Whoever did this had just signed their own death sentence.

And yet—

Out of the blue, another voice crackled through his earpiece. "Hold on—he's here! Boss, we just spotted a shadow—same target."

William stilled.

God.

He came?

Why? Why the hell would he come after getting exactly what he wanted?

Was he stupid? Overconfident?

William didn't know. But there was one thing he was certain of.

This ends now.

His grip on his gun tightened. Finally.

A lone figure emerged from the shadows, moving with purpose. Dressed in dark clothing, hood pulled low, the unmistakable gleam of a weapon at his side—there was no mistaking him.

The team sprang into action. But the moment they engaged, everything went sideways.

"Ambush!" Kane's voice roared through the comms.

Figures emerged from the darkness, shadows turning into flesh and steel. They had been waiting for them.

Gunfire erupted in all directions. The air crackled with the sound of bullets, metal against metal, and the shouts of orders flying between both sides.

"Hold your positions!" William barked.

The enemy was relentless, ruthless. Just like him.

Despite his team's skill, they were outnumbered. This wasn't a simple job. This was a trap.

"We need reinforcements," William growled. "Call them now."

Kane immediately tried to reach the backup team. Seconds later, his face went pale.