Chapter 6 - BLOOD AND LOYALTY
Gunfire shattered the silence of the warehouse like thunder.
Enzo moved with terrifying speed. Before Dominic could raise his barrel, Enzo grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind a thick steel shipping container. Bullets pinged harmlessly off the corrugated metal, sparks flying into the damp air.
"Stay here!" Enzo commanded, pulling a custom matte-black pistol from his coat.
"Wait—Cerberus!" I shouted.
The dog hadn't ducked for cover. The moment the first shot echoed, Cerberus launched himself into the fray like a missile.
He didn't care about the gunfire. He didn't care about the dark. He had seven years of abuse, cage beatings, and stolen life driving his legs.
Cerberus slammed into one of Dominic's guards, bringing the two-hundred-pound man down instantly. The guard screamed as the dog's jaws locked around his arm, disarming him in a single violent motion.
"Get this beast off me!" another gunman yelled, aiming his pistol at Cerberus’s head.
"NO!" I screamed, breaking out from behind the container.
Before the gunman could pull the trigger, Enzo fired two clean shots. The gunman dropped instantly.
Dominic was running toward the rear loading docks, scrambling over wooden pallets in a desperate attempt to reach the getaway boat tied to the pier.
"He's getting away!" I cried out.
Enzo looked at me, then down at the dog.
"Cerberus!" Enzo roared over the fading gunshots. "FETCH!"
Cerberus lifted his head from the downed guard, ears pinned back. He spotted Dominic's frantic, fleeing figure forty yards ahead.
With an explosive burst of speed, the massive pitbull bolted across the slippery concrete.
Dominic turned around near the open bay doors, his eyes wild with terror as he saw eighty pounds of pure muscle flying toward him. He raised his gun, firing blindly into the dark.
BANG!
A bullet grazed Cerberus's flank, drawing a streak of red, but the dog didn't even flinch. He didn't slow down.
May you like
Cerberus hit Dominic full force in the chest.
Both men went crashing through the wooden barrier of the loading dock, splashing violently into the freezing, dark waters of the East River below.
