Chapter 8 - THE FINAL CONFRONTATION"She stole my company! She stole my life!" Richard muttered furiously to himself.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, heavy silver revolver he had illegally acquired off the street two nights prior.
Pushing his way aggressively through the crowd of wealthy donors, Richard raised the weapon toward the stage!
"Elena!" Richard screamed, pointing the gun straight at her!
The ballroom erupted into sheer, chaotic panic! Screams echoed off the marble walls as hundreds of guests dropped to the floor, scrambling for cover beneath tables and chairs!
Elena froze on stage, her breath catching in her throat.
Before Richard could pull the trigger, a dark shadow moved with terrifying speed from the wings of the stage.
Luka Moretti didn't hesitate. He lunged across the podium, tackling Richard hard to the marble floor just as the gun went off!
BANG!
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The bullet shattered a crystal chandelier overhead, raining glass shards across the floor!
Within a fraction of a second, three plainclothes security operatives swarmed Richard, twisting his arms behind his back and pinning him flat against the ground while Luka ripped the weapon from his grip and kicked it across the room.
