From Bullets To Billions

The guests had managed to escape from the VIP section, many still with their masks intact, clutched tightly in shaking hands.

Others, however, had lost theirs in the chaos, knocked off in the panic, or torn away as they practically crawled and scrambled to get out of the place alive.

With shards of glass flying and weapons being wielded without hesitation, many feared getting caught in the crossfire. These were people who’d lived sheltered lives, many of whom had never been hit, shoved, or even shouted at in their entire existence.

Now, they were running for their lives.

Outside the venue, several guests were bent over, huffing and panting next to their expensive vehicles. Others didn’t even stop, they jumped into their cars and sped off, tires screeching as they disappeared into the night.

"What was that?" one guest gasped between breaths. "Is this some kind of gang war going on? I swear... I’ve never seen anything like this before."

"I think you’re right," another said. "When I turned around while running, I caught a glimpse of the uniforms. They were called something... Bloodline, I think?"

"Bloodline? Never heard of them. And to attack the Black Hounds?" A third guest scoffed. "They’ve got to be crazy. No one goes after them and walks away."

"Exactly. It’s a shame about today’s bets, but after this... I’m sure we’ll never hear about the Bloodline group again."

But inside the venue, things weren’t looking nearly as calm or simple.

The manager was pacing, sweat on his forehead. His nerves were frayed. Nothing was going according to plan.

They weren’t even the core unit of the Black Hounds, just a part of the larger organization. But even so, if they didn’t get things under control soon, he knew someone had to take the fall. And if this didn’t get cleaned up fast... that someone would be him.