The air was thick with tension as Damian stood face-to-face with Lucas. His gun was still aimed at Lucas, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. His men surrounded him, weapons drawn, ready for whatever would come next. Lucas’s men, too, stood poised, waiting for the first move. Damian could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface. This had gone on long enough. It was time to end it.
Lucas, still on the ground, grimaced from the pain in his leg but managed to smile cruelly. “You think you can win this?” he taunted. “You’re outnumbered. You’re a fool if you think you can walk away from this alive.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re the fool, Lucas,” he said coldly. “You’ve crossed a line. And now you’re going to pay for it.”
Before Lucas could respond, a loud crack echoed through the air as gunshots rang out from the shadows. The sound of bullets flying, hitting the ground, and ricocheting off the walls filled the night. Chaos erupted instantly.
Damian’s men scattered, diving for cover as gunfire ripped through the air. The first wave of bullets hit one of his men square in the chest, knocking him to the ground. A second man went down next, blood staining his shirt as he collapsed, unable to get back up. More of Lucas’s men emerged from behind crates and barrels, firing relentlessly.
Damian’s heart raced, but his focus never wavered. He moved swiftly, ducking behind a stack of boxes, and returned fire. His gunshots were precise, each bullet finding its mark. One of Lucas’s men dropped, another fell. The air was thick with smoke and dust as the battle continued.
Damian’s heart pounded as he fired again, hitting one of Lucas’s men in the shoulder. The man cried out, stumbling back, but his comrades kept firing. There was no hesitation in Damian’s movements. He was fast, methodical, shooting anyone who came into his line of sight.
His men were returning fire, but the number of casualties was growing. One of his best men was hit in the leg, another took a bullet to the side. Damian’s eyes flashed with rage, the sight of his people suffering driving him to act faster. With every shot, he felt the heat of vengeance rising inside him. Lucas had gone too far.
The gunfire continued to blaze, the sound deafening in the night. Bullets flew through the air, grazing walls, whizzing past Damian’s head, and embedding themselves in the crates and pillars around them. His men were dropping like flies, but Damian wasn’t backing down. He shot another man in the chest, then another in the head. It was carnage. Blood splattered across the ground, the sharp scent of gunpowder thick in the air.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the firing slowed. Only a few of Lucas’s men remained, but they were badly injured, crawling on the ground, unable to move. Damian’s men were in the same condition, their blood staining the dirt beneath them.
But Damian wasn’t finished.
He turned his attention back to Lucas, who was now lying on the ground, his face pale with fear as he stared at the devastation around him. Damian’s eyes locked onto Lucas, and in that moment, the fear in Lucas’s eyes only made Damian’s rage grow.
With swift, calculated steps, Damian walked toward him. He could feel the weight of the gun in his hand, but for now, he didn’t need it. He was done talking.
Lucas tried to crawl away, his hands dragging his body across the dirt. His leg was still bleeding, but he didn’t care. He had to escape. He had to survive. But Damian wasn’t going to let that happen.
Damian reached him in seconds. He grabbed Lucas by the hair, jerking his head back, and pulled him to his feet with terrifying strength. Lucas gasped, wincing in pain, but Damian didn’t care. His fingers dug into Lucas’s scalp as he forced him to look him in the eyes.
“Why did you dare touch my woman?” Damian growled, his voice low and menacing.
Lucas’s breath hitched, his eyes wide with fear. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Damian’s grip tightened in his hair, and Lucas winced, his face twisted in pain.
“You think you can do whatever you want because you have power?” Damian continued, his voice full of disgust. “You think you can just take what doesn’t belong to you? What the hell makes you think you can mess with my life, Lucas?”
Lucas struggled against his hold, but it was no use. Damian was too strong. His eyes darted around, but he saw no way out. He had underestimated Damian, and now it was too late.
“You should have never crossed me,” Damian said, his voice icy cold. “You should have known that I would come for you. You should have known that I don’t forget, Lucas.”
Lucas’s face twisted with frustration. “You think you’re the only one with power? You think you’re the only one who can hurt people?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
Damian leaned in close, his breath hot against Lucas’s ear. “I don’t care about your power. I care about my woman. And for that, you’ll pay.”
With a final, forceful pull, Damian slammed Lucas’s head against the ground. Lucas groaned in pain, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t.
Damian stood over him, his gun raised and aimed at Lucas’s forehead. Lucas’s eyes filled with terror as he realized that there was no escape. He was done. His life was over.
“Please, Damian,” Lucas begged, his voice weak. “You don’t have to do this. I can make it right. I can”
Damian cut him off with a cold, unforgiving laugh. “You don’t get to make anything right. Not now. Not after everything you’ve done.”
Without hesitation, Damian pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rang through the air, louder than any of the previous shots. Lucas’s body jerked once, and then fell still.
Damian stood over him, watching as the life drained from Lucas’s eyes. His hands still gripped the gun, but his heart felt nothing. He had done what needed to be done. Lucas had crossed a line. And now, he was gone.
Damian didn’t look back as he walked away, the sound of his boots heavy in the silence that followed. His men, those who were still alive, began to rise, their faces showing relief, but also pain. There was no celebration. Only the aftermath of a battle fought to the bitter end.
Damian didn’t care about their gratitude. He only cared about one thing: keeping his woman safe. And as long as there were men like Lucas in the world, he would make sure they paid the price.