Falling for the devil.(+18)

Chasing fire.

Warning contains :The following chapters contain description violence and blood, including strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may be disturbing to some.

Gunfire erupted as both crews pulled their weapons, the air filling with the deafening sound of bullets whizzing past. Hunter's men retaliated with precision, their loyalty driving them to protect their leader at all costs. The scene quickly devolved into a cacophony of shouting and the staccato rhythm of gunfire, echoing through the club like a war zone.
Raf's gang, caught off guard by the ferocity of Hunter's crew, struggled to maintain their ground. One by one, they fell, outnumbered and outmatched. Raf, wounded but refusing to back down, shouted orders to his men, trying to rally them amidst the chaos.
Rafa :"Fall back! We're not equipped for this!" he yelled, his voice strained as blood seeped through his fingers.
As the tide of the battle turned, Raf's men began to retreat, realizing they were no match for Hunter's operation. Panic spread through their ranks, and they scrambled for the exit, taking their wounded leader with them.
Rafa:"Let's go! Hurry " Raf shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate. He fought against the pain, determination still burning in his eyes,
Hunter watched as Raf's gang dispersed, a mixture of satisfaction and fury coursing through him.
Hunter :"This isn't over, Raf!" he called out, his voice booming above the chaos.
Hunter :"You'll regret ever stepping into my territory!"
As Raf disappeared into the night with his remaining men, Hunter knew this battle was just the beginning. The fight for control over the city was far from settled, and he would do whatever it took to defend what was his.

As the gunfire subsided and the dust settled, Hunter turned to Xander, a smirk creeping onto his face. Xander was already chuckling, shaking his head in disbelief.
Xander :"Can you believe that guy? What a *poule mouillée*!" Xander exclaimed, laughter spilling from his lips.
Xander: "He comes in here all cocky « oOh HunTer Im BacK Ur CiTy iS Mine »and then what? He runs like a scared little chicken!"
Hunter joined in the laughter, the tension of the fight easing as he leaned against the bar, shaking his head.
Hunter :"Right? I expected more from Rafa. It's pathetic, really."
His laughter faded as thoughts of Adrianna flickered through his mind, the memory of her movements igniting a rush of adrenaline. He straightened, suddenly serious.
Hunter :"But seriously, where the hell did she go?Is she waiting in the room?"
Xander noticed the shift in Hunter's demeanor and nudged him playfully. Xander:"Don't tell me you're actually worried about her after all that," he teased, raising an eyebrow.
Hunter :"I'm not worried bro. Just she is a girl and she shouldn't be alone after that chaos" Hunter shot back, irritation creeping into his tone as he scanned the room.
Hunter:"We need to find her."
Hunter turned to his crew, a determined look in his eyes.
Hunter :"Listen up! Look for the personnel. We need to ensure everyone is okay.''
His men nodded, scattering throughout the club, checking behind bars and in the back rooms, the camaraderie among them palpable even after the violence.
Xander :"Let's split up" Xander suggested, a grin still plastered on his face.
Xander :"I'll check the restrooms. She might be hiding in there after seeing Raf get taken down like a wet chicken."
Hunter shot him a quick glare before smirking again, the tension of the earlier fight lifting just a bit.
Hunter:"You're ridiculous bro."
Xander :"I know," Xander replied, feigning innocence.
Hunter : ''im gonna look where we were.''
Hunter pushed open the door to the VIP room, his heart pounding in his chest. He stepped inside, his icy blue eyes scanning the dimly lit space for any sign of Adrianna.As he moved further into the room, something caught his eye-a small, inconspicuous object nestled on one of the plush leather couches. He approached, brow furrowing in confusion as he picked up a tiny plushie, its soft fabric a stark contrast to the cold, hard world he knew.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen something so innocent. It was a little fox, its fur a warm rust color, and it had beady eyes that seemed to glimmer with mischief. A deep sigh escaped him as he turned it over in his hands, the absurdity of the situation hitting him hard.
Hunter: *What the hell?* he thought. He was a mafia boss, not some sentimental fool.
But as he inhaled, the faint scent of her-sweet and floral-wafted from the plushie, and something shifted inside him. It was disorienting, this sudden wave of longing mixed with confusion. He didn't want to admit how much he wished she were there, sitting across from him with that teasing smile, ready to continue what they were doing. Instead, all he had was this plushie and a note.
He unfolded the paper resting next to the plushie, his growing sense of disappointment deepening as he read her words.