Chapter 8 - Steel and Bone
I tossed my own gun onto the wet asphalt, refusing to shoot a man who was armed only with a blade.
If this was going to end, it was going to end with our own hands.
Viktor roared and charged at me, swinging the heavy knife in a wild, deadly arc.
I dodged the first strike, feeling the cold steel slice through the fabric of my suit jacket.
I stepped inside his guard and delivered a brutal punch to his ribs, hearing the bone crack under my knuckles.
Viktor grunted but didn't slow down, using his massive weight to shove me hard against the brick wall.
He raised the knife high above his head, aiming directly for my throat.
I grabbed his wrist with both hands, struggling to hold back the immense strength of the Russian giant.
The blade inched closer to my neck, and I could smell the cheap vodka on Viktor's breath.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar echoed off the alley walls.
Bruno leaped onto the hood of a nearby car and launched himself directly onto Viktor's back.
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The dog's heavy jaws clamped down hard on the Russian's shoulder, ripping right through his tactical vest.
Viktor screamed in agony and dropped the knife, stumbling backward under the immense weight of the angry dog.
