18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 366

After living with Jasper for so long, Stella knew her way around firearms just as well as he did. One look at the gun in the punk's hand, and she knew it was a fake.

But even rubber bullets could be deadly if fired at Angela's temple point-blank.

Angela wasn’t one to be underestimated. In a flash, she knocked the gun from his hand and landed a solid punch to his gut.

The cocky kid didn't stand a chance. He doubled over in pain, hitting the ground hard.

The fight escalated fast, with Cody and Lukas taking hits and Kitty nursing an injured arm. Angela and Rosie were in the thick of it.

Furious and humiliated, the young punk pulled another gun from his pocket and aimed it straight at Angela's head...

This one was real.

But Stella was quicker. She aimed her own gun at his arm and pulled the trigger.

A deafening bang silenced the chaos.

The kid's gun clattered to the ground as he writhed, clutching his bleeding arm.

Stella strode over, planted a boot on his chest, and smashed the butt of her gun onto his head, snapping, "You think you're the king around here?"

The kid's lackeys, just recovering from the shock, shouted indignantly, "You've got some nerve! Do you even know who he is?"

"It doesn't matter who he is," Stella said coolly, scanning the group with an icy gaze. "He's someone's son. And since his parents aren't around to teach him, it looks like someone else has to."

She brandished her gun. "Anyone else want a taste of lead?"

They were seething but held back, wary of the weapon in her hand.

Seeing Stella, Rosie finally let out a breath. "Sis."

"What's going on here?" Stella demanded.

Rosie's face flushed with anger and embarrassment, struggling to explain.

Angela cursed, "That little punk thought he could mess with Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple times, he tried to drag her back to Raven Port by force."

What? The young one that Stella and Jasper had nurtured for years was being targeted by some entitled brat?

Stella was so furious she almost blew his head off.

"Enough!"

A gruff voice called out as a middle-aged man hurried over, accompanied by several aides.

The lackeys sighed in relief at his arrival and immediately played the victim, "Mr. Marshall, these thugs are lawless. They not only attacked young Hunter but even had the audacity to shoot him. If you hadn't shown up, Hunter could've been killed by these hooligans."

Hunter wailed like a stuck pig, "Dad, help me! I'm dying!"

Stella's boot came down again, nearly shattering his jaw, and he howled in agony.

Seeing his son beaten, the man's brow furrowed in worry, and his aides quickly intervened.