Chapter Eighteen

Once the door creaked open, Reed's heart pounded in his chest as he laid eyes on his mother, bound and gagged.

Panic surged through his veins, but he knew he had to act swiftly.

His eyes darted to the lone bodyguard standing nearby, reaching for his gun. Reed couldn't let him pull the trigger.

Without a moment's hesitation, Reed lunged forward, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion.

His foot connected with the bodyguard's arm, knocking the gun out of his grasp.

The room filled with the sound of their struggle as they grappled with each other, Reed determined to keep the fight silent to avoid alerting any other guards.

Blows were exchanged, fists and feet flying through the air as they danced around the room.

Reed's mind raced, calculating each move, each strike, ensuring he didn't make a single sound.

He knew he couldn't rely on the gun; this battle had to be fought with their bare hands.

The bodyguard fought back fiercely, his training evident in his powerful strikes
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