Chapter 233: The faceoff

Gunfire tore through the warehouse, the sound echoing in the air.

Dominic moved through the smoke with lethal precision, every muscle tense and every sense razor-sharp.

His suit jacket was gone, discarded somewhere between the car and the breach point; his sleeves were rolled up, and his hands were steady around the grip of his gun.

This wasn’t chaos to him.

It was muscle memory.

He pressed his