CHAPTER 49: The Attack

I tuck four pistols in my holsters that are hung around my waist, then I dangle a rifle across my chest and aim it in front of me. Each muscle of mine is tensed up. They’re heated up, producing sweat to smear my skin. My sight is laser focus towards the stairs that lead to the door - the only way in and way out of this basement. Every step I take closer to that stairs makes my heart more ill at ease. But even if my heart bursts in anxiety, I have no other choice but to keep prowling, waiting for my enemies, who were once my associates, to make the fatal move.

I stop and stay low beside the stairs. For a good amount of time, there’s nothing so far but the same ceaseless explosions of bullets from somewhere outside my mansion. I’m glad that my mansion’s walls and glasses are bullet-proof, which will make my enemies not only lose patience and precious time, but lose hundreds if not thousands of bullets. By the time they’re here, I’ll have the advantage.

I glance at Mackenzie, who’s s