It takes three of us—me, Phantom, Thunder—ramming the door with everything we have.
Once. Twice. Three times.
The door splinters. Cracks. Gives.
We kick it open and bullets immediately tear through the doorway.
We take cover, return fire.
One of Venom's guards goes down immediately, then another.
Shiver tosses another flashbang into the office.
The explosion rocks the room.
We storm in through the smoke and chaos.
Two guards left plus Venom.
One charges me—huge guy, maybe 250 pounds, swinging a machete like he's in a fucking horror movie.
I sidestep, grab his wrist, twist until I feel bones snap.
He screams. I shoot him in the face. He drops.
The other guard is on Shiver—brutal hand-to-hand, fists and elbows and knees.
They're wrestling, grappling, trying to kill each other with their bare hands.
Shiver gets him in a chokehold and squeezes.
The guard thrashes, claws at Shiver's arms, trying to break free.
Shiver doesn't let go. Just squeezes harder until there's a wet crack and the guard goes limp.
Dead.
And then it's just Venom.
He's cornered behind his desk, gun drawn, pointed at us.
The office is trashed—bullet holes in the walls, blood everywhere, bodies scattered.
And Venom, standing there like a cornered animal, knowing he's about to die.
"You came," Venom says, his voice cold despite the gun trembling slightly in his hand. "Didn't think you had the balls to come into my territory."
Phantom steps forward, his own gun raised steady. "You threatened my daughter. Put a bounty on her head. Sent your son to cage her like an animal. Did you really think we wouldn't come?"
"She was bought and paid for," Venom spits. "Four million dollars. My family paid. The debt?—"
"There is no debt," I snarl, stepping beside Phantom. "Your son was a rapist. He raped Grace years ago. Brutalized her. Destroyed her. And Shiver killed him for it. That's karma, not a debt."
Venom's face twists with rage and denial. "You're lying. Bronco wouldn't?—"
"He did," Phantom cuts him off, his voice absolutely certain. "And Grace has lived with that trauma for years. Your son was a monster. And instead of accepting that, instead of leaving her alone, you came after her again. You're as much a piece of shit as Bronco was."
"Then you both die—" Venom's gun swings toward me.
