The final gunfire echoed and the dance of bullets finally ended.
There was nothing but silence.
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of gunpowder, corpses and spent cartridges littering the room.
However, outside the door were muffled screams and sporadic gunshots as Philip and the compelled guards carried out Asher's earlier instruction to keep the rest of Red Dragon's members from barging in.
In the room itself, Asher stepped out from the side he'd used for cover, dusting off stray bits of debris as though this deadly scuffle had been nothing more than a minor nuisance.
At the same time Samuel crawled out from under the table, pale and shaken but unscathed. Across from him, Umal and his two remaining guards emerged from the same table, their eyes wide with horror when they saw the aftermath.
All of Samuel's capos—his highest-ranking men, those who had commanded their own factions, and reported directly to him and Titan— and his guards, all lay dead.
