Stay Strong

Alexander turned sharply, positioning Rain behind him. Michael stood a few feet away, his face twisted in fury as his eyes locked on Rain. "You're running, Rain? With him?" His voice dripped with venom, and his gaze shifted to Alexander with murderous intent.

Michael's face contorted further, his rage spilling over. "She's mine!" he screamed. "All of you, get her! Bring her to me alive!"

In an instant, Michael's guards surged forward, their weapons drawn. Alexander tightened his grip on Rain's wrist and hissed, "Stay close to me, no matter what." He pulled a firearm from his holster, taking a defensive stance as the men charged.

Gunfire erupted, echoing in the enclosed space. Alexander moved with calculated precision, his shots landing true, but the sheer number of guards began to overwhelm them. Rain tried to help, picking up a discarded weapon, but her injured leg slowed her down.