Chapter 115: Gunfire

The hallway was chaos. Boots thundered across the marble floors, shouts cracked like whips in every direction, and the shriek of gunfire echoed off the walls like a war drum.

Marco bolted upright as his instinct gripped him like a vice. He didn't bother with a shirt. He just reached under the bed, yanked out the black bulletproof vest, and threw it over his bare torso. The handgun came next, loaded and ...