Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Fighting for Their Life
Dimitri hesitated, clearly realizing he had been a pawn in something much bigger than he had anticipated. But he was smart enough to know when to retreat. He muttered a curse under his breath before slipping out of the room.

Xander slowly raised his hands, his mind racing. They were outnumbered and heavily at a disadvantage, and Viktor had the upper hand.

“Smart move,” Viktor praised, motioning toward the guards. “Now, why don’t we—”

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Before anyone could react, Asher had already drawn his concealed firearm and shot the nearest guard straight in the head.

Chaos erupted.

Xander moved in a blur, flipping the table over as bullets rained in their direction. He grabbed the gun off the dead guard and fired three shots in rapid succession, taking down two more men before rolling behind cover.

“Get them!” Viktor roared, diving for safety as his remaining men regrouped.

Asher crouched behind an overturned chair, his eyes flashing with adrenaline. “I’d say we’re officially screwed.”

Xander popped out of cover and took another shot, forcing their attackers to duck. “We’re not dead yet.”

More footsteps thundered from the hallway. Reinforcements were coming.

They needed an exit—fast.

Xander’s eyes darted around the room. There—a ventilation shaft near the ceiling. It was their only chance.

“Asher!” he called, pointing.

Asher followed his gaze and cursed under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Move!” Xander ordered, covering him as he sprinted toward the wall.

Asher leaped onto a side cabinet and reached for the vent, prying it open with brute force. Meanwhile, Xander grabbed a glass bottle from the floor and hurled it toward the overhead light. The room plunged into near darkness.

Gunfire erupted blindly.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Xander sprinted toward the vent just as Asher climbed inside. He hoisted himself up, narrowly avoiding a bullet that grazed his arm.

Viktor’s furious voice echoed through the chaos. “Don’t let them escape!”

But it was too late.

Xander and Asher disappeared into the vents.

Their mission had failed.

And now, every criminal in the Octavia Empire would be hunting them down.

—

Xander and Asher moved swiftly through the narrow ventilation shaft, their breathing controlled despite the chaos behind them. Gunfire echoed from below as Viktor’s men stormed through the club, searching for them.

Asher exhaled sharply. “That could’ve gone better.”

Xander kept moving, ignoring the pain in his arm where the bullet had grazed him. “Less talking. Keep moving.”

They reached the end of the shaft. Below them was a dimly lit storage room filled with crates of liquor and weapons. Xander kicked the vent cover open, landing smoothly on his feet while Asher followed.

Footsteps thundered above them.

“They’re in the building!” someone shouted.

Asher grabbed a loaded rifle from one of the crates and tossed Xander a spare pistol. “We need an exit.”

Xander’s sharp eyes scanned the area. “The back door.”

They moved quickly, weaving between crates, their weapons drawn. The door was just ahead—

Bang!

The door burst open, and armed men flooded inside.

“Down!” Xander barked, diving behind cover as bullets tore through the air.

Asher returned fire, taking out two of them with precision shots. Xander moved swiftly, dropping another before the remaining men scrambled for cover.

“This way!” Xander called, sprinting toward the emergency exit.

Asher followed, but more men appeared at the hallway entrance, blocking their path.

Xander didn’t hesitate—he grabbed a flashbang from a crate, yanked the pin, and threw it.

Boom!

The room exploded in white light. Their enemies stumbled, blinded.

Xander and Asher didn’t waste a second. They crashed through the emergency exit and into a dark alley.

The city was alive.

Neon lights flickered. Music pulsed from nearby clubs. People laughed, completely unaware that two highly trained operatives were being hunted.

“Split up,” Xander ordered. “Meet at the safe house in thirty minutes.”

Asher nodded. “Don’t get killed.”

Xander smirked. “Same to you.”

Then they disappeared into the night.

—

Xander arrived first.

The abandoned warehouse served as their base in Octavia. Arsenal had secured it weeks ago, but now, with their cover blown, it was no longer safe.

Minutes later, Asher slipped inside, breathing heavily. “That was fun.”

Xander didn’t respond. He was already checking the security cameras. More men were coming.

Asher saw the footage and swore. “They’re fast.”

Xander grabbed his phone and made a quick call to Arsenal’s headquarters. “Mission compromised. Extraction needed immediately.”

A deep voice responded, “Understood. ETA—forty-five minutes.”

They didn’t have forty-five minutes.

Xander turned to Asher. “We need to hold them off.”

Asher smirked, reloading his gun. “Let’s make them regret finding us.”

The hunt wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

The first bullet shattered the window.

Xander and Asher ducked as gunfire rained into the warehouse, sparks flying from the metal walls. The Reagent family’s men had arrived faster than expected.

“They’re surrounding us,” Asher muttered, reloading his rifle.

Xander peeked through the scope of his gun. Black SUVs blocked the street outside, and at least a dozen men were moving in.

“We hold until extraction,” Xander said, voice steady.

The door burst open. Three men rushed in.

Xander fired—one down.

Asher dropped the second with a headshot.

The third barely had time to react before Xander sent a bullet through his chest.

More footsteps. More gunfire.

“Upstairs!” Xander barked.

They sprinted up the metal stairs to the second floor. The high ground gave them a better vantage, but the enemy kept coming.

Bang!

A sniper round tore through the railing beside Asher’s head.

“Sniper on the rooftop!” he cursed, diving for cover.

Xander didn’t hesitate. He aimed at the opposite building and fired. The sniper crumpled.

More men breached the lower level. The air was thick with smoke and gunpowder.

“Extraction team, where the hell are you?” Xander growled into his earpiece.

“Two minutes out,” the response came.

They didn’t have two minutes.

A grenade rolled onto the floor beside them.

Boom!

The explosion sent both men flying. Xander hit the ground hard, his vision blurring. His ears rang.

Through the smoke, he saw Asher struggle to his feet, blood dripping down his arm. Then the pain came.

A bullet tore through Xander’s side. He gasped, dropping to one knee, gripping his wound.

“Xander!” Asher shouted.

Xander forced himself up, staggering as more men closed in.

The helicopter’s spotlight cut through the darkness. The extraction team had arrived.

A rope dropped. Asher grabbed Xander, half-dragging him toward it.

Bullets chased them. Asher covered them as Xander gritted his teeth and grabbed the rope, his body screaming in pain.

Asher followed. Just as they were lifted into the air—

Boom!

An RPG slammed into the helicopter.

Everything went black.