Falling for the devil.(+18)

Crimson Reckoning.

Content Warning:
This chapter contains graphic violence, detailed descriptions of blood, and mature themes and language. Some scenes may be highly triggering due to the intensity of the details. Reader discretion is strongly advised. For this part you can't skip it because it's basically all the chapter sorry for sensible readers.

Back to Hunter's office,again.
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Delia's fingers flew across the keyboard as she delved deeper into the breach data again.The tension in the ballroom was palpable, but her focus was unwavering. Suddenly, a notification flashed on her screen:
**"Unauthorized Access Detected."**
Her heart raced. ''No, not again.'' She quickly ran a trace on the source, her eyes widening as the data began to reveal something more sinister. It wasn't just Alec; he had opened the door for people to infiltrate the event.
Before she could process the implications, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the office. Delia's instincts kicked in. She hurried to the door, peering through the glass panel.
"Hunter!"she shouted, her voice urgent.
''I think Rafaelo men are here! They're using the breach to get in!"

As Hunter cornered Alec running, the ballroom doors burst open, and a group of armed men poured in. They wore the unmistakable insignia of Rafaelo's crew, their eyes scanning the room with predatory intent.

"We need to fight!"Xander shouted, his voice barely audible over the commotion.

Hunter gritted his teeth, fury boiling inside him. "We deal with Alec and we will take them down."
The atmosphere shifted, and the air crackled with tension as both crews prepared for a violent clash. Hunter's mind raced, calculating his next moves. He grabbed a knife from his belt, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he charged toward Alec, who was trying to escape through the crowd.
Meanwhile, Rafaelo crew began to fan out, their presence a dark cloud over the ballroom. Hunter could feel his pulse quickening, the anger fueled by memories of past betrayals. He would not let history repeat itself.

Hunter's heart raced as the chaos unfolded around him. "We need to keep the guests safe!" he shouted to Xander, who nodded, dispatching another attacker with a swift kick.

"I'll handle the crowd with the rest of the crew!" Xander called back, moving to shield a group of terrified guests cowering behind a table.
Hunter scanned the ballroom, adrenaline surging as he spotted an cabinet tucked away against the wall. He darted toward it, his mind racing. "I need something heavier!" he grunted, his grip tightening on the knife as he reached the cabinet.
Fingers flying, he punched in the code, heart pounding as the lock clicked open. The doors swung wide, revealing an array of weapons. "Hell yeah" he muttered, pulling out a gleaming axe, its blade sharp and deadly. With the axe in one hand and his gun in the other, Hunter turned just in time to see Alec slip into the shadows, darting toward the exit.
"Alec!" he roared, his voice a mix of fury and betrayal. "You're not getting away that easily!"
Alec glanced back, panic etched on his face as he stumbled, but he quickly regained his footing and bolted for the nearest door. Hunter's instincts kicked in. "Let's finish this!" he shouted, charging after him.
As Hunter tore through the ballroom, he swung the axe at a thug blocking his path, the blade slicing cleanly through the man's shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor. "Get out of my way!" Hunter barked, urgency fueling his every move.

Meanwhile, the chaos of the ballroom raged on. Xander moved like a whirlwind, using a combination of fists and feet to take down attackers while coordinating with the rest of their crew, who worked tirelessly to fend off the armed men. "Get the guests to safety! Keep them away from the exits!" he commanded, his voice carrying over the din of battle.

Hunter spotted Delia, her eyes wide with determination as she worked to guide guests toward the back of the room. "I've got this!" she yelled, pushing a pair of terrified women behind a barricade.