Gunfire shattered the silence of the abandoned block.
Alessandro’s men moved in formation, swift and brutal, closing in on the warehouse Enzo had been hiding in. The sharp scent of gunpowder thickened the air as rounds exploded from all sides. Shouts echoed across the compound, followed by the sharp sting of bullets and the clatter of shells hitting concrete.
“Go around back! Cut him off!” Alessandro barked, his voice thunderous as he advanced with unrelenting precision. His black coat billowed behind him like a war banner.
They were close, too close. He could feel it. Enzo had run out of hiding spots, and this time, Alessandro wasn’t letting him slip away.
But Enzo was slippery as ever.
Through a broken window, Alessandro caught a glimpse, Enzo darting into the shadows like a ghost,
