The Underdog Turned Kingpin

Chapter 48: The Peace of Wolves

A quick shot came from Santos.

Viktor had seen it coming a mile away - the wheelchair was the perfect cover for an ankle holster. The .22 sighed death instead of screaming it, built for up-close-and-personal work. Would've been clever, if Santos hadn't telegraphed his moves like a rookie boxer.

Mason wasn't there anymore to catch it though. The instant Santos's sleeve twitched, Viktor had yanked his boss sideways, both of them hitting the deck as the round sailed past. Viktor's gun appeared in his hand like a conjurer's trick, but he held his fire. No need to waste the bullet.

The red dots already dancing across Santos's chest told their own story. His two muscle men joined the light show, their faces going from tough to ghost-white in record time.

A goodbye.

Mason swore under his breath. He'd nearly died, but the game wasn't over. If death marked the beginning of a new life, as they said, then his had started the night Olivia's betrayal cut deeper than any blade.

He picked himself up