Chapter 12

Gaius’ POV

The casino, not just the games room, is a full-on warzone as the raging sounds of gunfighting reach an obscene level. What makes it even better is the blown-up corpses on the floor with blood pooling around them. The furniture acts as a shield for all involved, and the dim lighting acts as a night cover for when you sneak up on an opponent, and he doesn’t have enough time to react before you put a nice warm bullet in him.

That’s exactly what I have done to a boy who looks like he can’t be more than eighteen. I kick his body away and creep silently to the next person, a middle-aged man in a shabby bulletproof vest who’s shooting sporadically at the walls and yelling,

“This is our city! Only we get to run it!”

I aim at him at close range and momentarily pick a spot to shoot. Head or back?

A flash of blond hair crosses my vision and I follow the person with my eyes to see Ivano circling him as well. My best friend looks worse for wear wit