Todos os capítulos de Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Evelyn’s POVThe siren grew louder and we knew something wasn’t right. There was no way the cars would arrive before the jets and that only meant one thing; we were running out of time. As quickly as it came, the euphoria of seeing Zeke free was short-lived, replaced instantly by the cold, desperate scramble for the exit. We ran low, keeping to the shadows of the immense, skeletal shelving units that towered over us like concrete giants. We were now settling into the reality that, perhaps, agonizingly long minutes, away.Zeke still led the way, pistol held steady, a primal focus etched into his bruised face. He rejected my offer of assisting him claiming it would only slow us down and weaken me. “The maintenance tunnel,” he hissed, navigating by instinct and the glance he’d managed of the map I still held wide open. “If we take that route, we’re going to bypass the main entrance and find a safer place to hide until the Cavalry arrives.”Clueless about everything happening right, I

Evelyn’s POVThe maintenance tunnel was a concrete nightmare: narrow, dark, and smelling of wet corroded steel and stale air. I was hunched low, hitting my shoulder against the bars that wouldn’t budge, my boots scraping against the rough floor. The sheer sound of our desperate movement was amplified, sounding like a hundred men running instead of just two of us trying to cross the last hurdle on our way to safety. Behind us, the rhythmic thudding against the steel door was terrifyingly insistent. It was the sound of danger looming in the background, and soon, I was aware that the sound we would hear was that of Damien finally breaking through the lock."The grate," Zeke grunted, his hand firmly guiding my back, trying to calm my racing nerves. "We're almost there. Just hold on for them to locate where the shot had come from."The faint, distant sound of the helicopter—Zeke's private extraction team—had been our last sliver of hope. It was the only promise of salvation, the extraction

Evelyn’s POVThe revelation of everything that has been happening right under our noses had paralyzed me, but Zeke’s hand, warm, bloodied, and firm on my arm, snapped me back to the present. We were not defeated yet; we were simply out of options.He had this uncanny ability to make me keep myself in the loop even if we were facing over twenty machine guns and staring death in the face. We were still going to make use of the 0.1 percent chance that we had to see if we could make it out of this alive because giving up wasn’t part of the plan. "You won't get away with this, Damien," Zeke growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that finally seemed to pierce Damien's smug exterior. "You may think you have this wrapped up but you do not. My people are already mobilized. Roland knows the truth. And no matter what you choose to do, you’re not going to get away with this. Not with all the dirt we have on you and I’m sure that beneath the smirks and laughter, you’re well aware of that."Da

Evelyn’s POVThe ringing in my ears was a deafening counterpoint to the rush of adrenaline. I stood frozen in the pitch black of the tunnel by the grate, the scent of fresh gunpowder still thick and acrid around me. I’ve never been in this situation before and I had no idea about what to do next. I was bereft of ideas and I was in Zeke’s hands. Zeke didn't give me time to process the violence. He grabbed my shoulders, turning me toward the bolted grate. "I know I’ve said this before and I don’t want to get you worked up unnecessarily. But, they'll be back," He rasped, already pulling at the thick steel bars in a futile attempt to bend them. "That single shot will bring Damien and every man he has running. We have to breach this, Evelyn. Anything. A crowbar, a tool—"We scrambled over the now two dead guards, desperately searching their belts and vests. They carried the standard issues every soldier would have—ammo, restraints, comms—but nothing that could bend an industrial steel bo

Evelyn’s POVThe gunfire fight lasted perhaps for a little over 10 minutes, but it felt like an eternity compressed into several screaming moments filled with blood, pain, and horror. Zeke’s forces, together with the combined might of Roland’s federal security had proven to be overwhelming for Damien’s men to handle. They were good, but they were isolated, outnumbered, and fighting from several disadvantageous positions in the dark, smoke-filled tunnel and above ground as well.I felt Zeke’s body tense violently. I didn’t see it but I heard the sound of a bullet whizzing inches from his head, embedding itself in the wall with a sharp thwack. He was still exposed, yet, he continued to shield me from harm. “Targets neutralized! Cease fire and round up the survivors!” The deafening roar of the guns stopped instantly as quiet fell across the complex. The ensuing silence was as shocking and total as the noise had been. All the noise right now was coming from the pulsing thrum of the hel