Rip peeled left, Boston right, Memphis held high, Syx went low like he’d already been there. Winter, Black, Micah, and the rest held their flank.
The door took the first hit beneath Frost’s boot and held just long enough to matter—then gave with a cracking splinter.
They moved through fast and hard, filling the space before anything inside could catch up. Gunfire snapped once—twice—cutting off just as quickly as it started. Bodies dropped.
The air burned with gunpowder, biting at the back of Sage’s throat.
Syx grunted, hit with something, but kept moving.
“Well, shit,” Winter hissed, holding his arm where a bullet had cleaved through the upper skin.
“Always getting shot,” Memphis muttered, his silencer issuing a soft whomp as another perp dropped.
Silence followed close behind. Echoed once. Then nothing.
The ringing in Sage’s ears thinned, leaving the space too clear.
Everything stopped.
Even his breathing slowed.
Sage stepped forward, his focus locking onto one man.
Daniel Voss stood at the far end of the suite with three armed men.
Same suit. Same casual attitude.
Like he owned the fucking world.
Yeah… no.
Sage’s gaze locked on him—and held, everything else falling away as the details resolved.
Not the suit. Not the stance.
His face. Lines he didn’t remember, cut deeper now, set in. Time hadn’t been kind. The overhead lights made it worse—showing an age that hadn’t been there before.
It showed in the corners of his eyes, the pull at his mouth, the way the years had settled into him instead of sharpening him.
Not a myth.
Not untouchable.
Just a man.
Still, Voss didn’t move. Surprise flickered once through his dead brown gaze, then disappeared just as fast.
Guns came up across the room in the same breath—Law, Black, Rip, Memphis—clean lines, no overlap, no hesitation.
The shift was silent, practiced, final.
Nowhere to go.
No angle left.
Voss’s gaze moved over them slowly, like he was taking inventory instead of staring down a firing line, a faint smile touching his mouth like he already knew how this ended.
“Well, well,” Voss said.
