SEBASTIAN’S POV
It wasn’t enough. The warehouse was swarming with armed men, and they fought back with a ferocity that made it clear they were prepared to die for Roland.
It didn’t matter. They were just obstacles, and I had no intention of letting anyone stand between me and the man who had betrayed me.
A hail of bullets tore through the air, forcing me to duck behind a stack of crates. My breath came in sharp bursts, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I peeked out, spotting a group of enemies advancing, and quickly dispatched them with a series of rapid shots.
The satisfaction of seeing them fall was fleeting. My focus was on one thing: finding Roland.
“Boss, they’re falling back!” one of my men shouted over the noise.
I looked up, seeing the enemy retreating deeper into the warehouse. Good. They were running out of places to hide.
“Push forward!” I barked, leading the charge.
The gunfight grew more intense as we moved deeper into the building. Bodies littered the ground, blood pooling beneath them, but I didn’t stop to look.
My mind was a single-track storm, and every step brought me closer to the man who had caused this.
And then, finally, I saw him.
Roland stood at the far end of the warehouse, flanked by two armed guards.
His face was calm, almost smug, as if he had been expecting me. He raised a hand, and his guards stepped aside, lowering their weapons.
“Sebastian,” he said, his voice carrying over the chaos. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
I stopped a few feet away, my gun trained on him. My men surrounded us, their weapons at the ready, but I held up a hand, signaling them to stand down. This was between me and Roland now.
“You betrayed me,” I said, my voice low but laced with venom. “After everything I’ve done for you, after everything we’ve been through, you betrayed me. Why?”
Roland tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Betrayed you? No, Sebastian, I didn’t betray you. I simply took what I wanted.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, my grip on the gun tightening.
He took a step closer, his expression unchanging. “It means I’ve always gotten what I wanted, Sebastian. Always. And this time, I wanted Sasha.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I knew he was involved in her kidnapping, but to hear him say it, to hear the twisted satisfaction in his voice-it was almost too much.
“She doesn’t belong to you,” I snarled, raising the gun higher. “You had no right-”
“I had every right,” Roland interrupted, his voice rising.
“You don’t deserve her, Sebastian. You think you can just keep her locked away in your gilded cage, away from the world? She deserves more than that. More than you.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about what she deserves,” I shot back, my voice shaking with rage. “And you sure as hell don’t know a thing about me.”
Roland laughed, a cold, mocking sound that made my blood boil. “Oh, I know you better than you think. You’re just like me, Sebastian.”
” A selfish, ruthless bastard who takes what he wants without a second thought. The difference is, I’m honest about it.”
I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “You don’t love her,” I said, my voice deadly calm.
“You just wanted to take something from me. Well, congratulations, Roland. You’ve succeeded. But now, it’s over.”
For the first time, his confident facade cracked, and I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. He took a step back, but it was too late. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
The gun in my hand felt heavy, but my resolve was unwavering. This wasn’t just about revenge-it was about justice. For Sasha, for everything she had been through, and for the trust Roland had shattered.
“Any last words?” I asked, my finger hovering over the trigger.
Roland stared at me, his expression defiant even in the face of death. “Just this,” he said, his voice steady.
“You’ll never be free, Sebastian. No matter how many enemies you kill, no matter how much blood you spill, you’ll always be a prisoner of your own demons.”
His words hung in the air, but they didn’t matter. Nothing he said could change what was about to happen. I pulled the trigger.
The room smelled of blood and sweat, a sharp contrast to the suffocating silence surrounding us.
My grip tightened around the gun in my hand as I stared down Roland, my pulse hammering against my temples.
He had Sasha locked away somewhere in this godforsaken warehouse, and I wasn’t leaving without her. Not tonight. Not ever.
I raised my voice, raw and filled with fury. “Where is she, Roland? Where is Sasha?”
His lips curled into a twisted smirk, his demeanor smug as if he held all the power in this moment.
“You think you can just waltz in here, Sebastian, take her, and walk out alive? You’re a bigger fool than I thought.”
That smirk was all it took. Something snapped inside me. Before I could think, I launched myself at him, my fists colliding with his face.
Roland barely managed to block the blow, stumbling backward under the sheer force of my attack.