Page 200 of Damián

“Where is it, cielo?”

“It’s hidden right behind the small chimney room on the first floor. There’s no exit out of it, but it’s huge. It has dozens of hiding spots, and my father used to keep half of his cargo and guns stored there.”

“Get ready, then.” Logan’s blue eyes narrow as he reloads his pistol. “Harknetts, meeting point at the chimney room on the east wing. The target is most likely inside a hidden storage vault.”

Tae straps his medic bag on and takes two guns from the ground.

“Björn,” I call out. He spins around, and I toss him the billhook I grabbed for him. “You owe me a wish.”

“Oh, my Gods! It even has a sawback and an anti-slip grip.” His face beams with pure happiness as he catches the weapon and studies the blade. “Thank you, Dami!”

“Oliver?” Logan asks my boyfriend, and he leads the way back toward the main house.

The more Oliver guides us through the estate, the more I understand why Rafael and everyone ran here the moment he killed Elijah. This place is a fucking maze, with bombs and machine guns hidden in every room.

We are halfway through a dining room when three men burst through the remains of a shattered French door and start shooting.

I step in front of Oliver to cover him, raising my weapon and dropping one of the shooters. To my left, Björn puts his new billhook to work, and takes care of the remaining two.

He grins at me, and I glance over at Logan.

“We should really do another psychological evaluation at Harknett,” I tease, and Logan laughs.

We keep moving, pushing into the house, but the stupid mansion is crawling with reinforcements. As we cross the grand hallway, another pair of shooters blindsides us from the top of the stairs.

Logan takes a knee and fires two shots that make both men tumble over the banister.

“Clear!” he says.

Beside him, Tae draws his sidearm and eliminates a guy trying to flank us from a corridor. “Clear!”

Every step toward the chimney room is a damn fight against men with guns, machetes, and grenades… but what worries me the most is not what we’ll find on our way there, but what needs to happen when we get there.

Rafael is a fucking monster, and he needs to be stopped, but he is also Oliver’s brother, and we all know how this will end.

Either he dies, or we do.

Will Oliver be strong enough to see this?

Fuck… I hope so.

I don’t want him to carry any more pain or any more trauma.

I stare at him, completely overwhelmed by how incredible this man is. He isn’t trained like the rest of us… hell, he’s practically swimming in my vest, and can barely handle the kick of his gun, and yet, here he is.

Guiding us right through the fire.

We finally arrive at the chimney room, and it’s covered in smoke, debris, and bullet holes.

Knox and Leif are already there, taking cover behind a large overturned table, their weapons trained on the doorways.

“Status?” Logan asks as we slide into cover beside them.

“We’re breathing, but we’re running low,” Knox grunts, his dark skin looking gray and dull from all the ashes.

“Why are you trembling?” Tae moves to check on him, and that’s when I notice Knox is clutching a blood-soaked cloth against his thigh.

“Bullet wound. I already removed the—argh!” Knox groans in pain as Tae pours silver nitrate solution directly into the open wound.