La Guerrera Capitulo 18 Novels & Stories

All she felt was Alessio’s grip, Gabriel’s stare. Her heart broke and burned at once. She opened her mouth. “I choose—” A gunshot cracked, so close it deafened her. The capo standing beside Ferrero crumpled, blood spraying across the table. The shield of men faltered, chaos breaking their line. Gabriel surged forward, Alessio pulling Elena with him. The war swallowed the hall whole. ⸻

he shakes his head. "You killed my Gio! I'm going to burn you alive" madam Guilia stumbles towards me. She raises the bottle to hit me, I flinch. The bottle shatters but I feel no pain. "Salvatore!" Senior capo rushes to him. I look at his bleeding arm, his white under shirt sleeve has turned crimson red. He raised his arm and took the hit. I quickly grab it. "Why did you do that" I cry unbuttoning the sleeve. Senior capo pushes me away.

“But I can’t let you take her.” I chuckled. So it’s going to be like that, is it? My warriors looked back at me, waiting for my command. “My order to seize them stands,” I replied. They nodded. If this Gamma wanted a fight, then a fight he would get. One of my warriors lunged at him, but he clocked him square in the jaw. Then he withdrew his dagger. He thrust it forward, causing a second warrior to lurch backwards. Meanwhile, a warrior went straight for Serena, who had backed up against a tree.

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

*Canaan* The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking. A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.

Diego roared, firing first. Bullets ripped through the air, men dropped on both sides. I hid behind the pillar close to me. “You can’t kill me twice, De’ Luca!” Roderigo shouted ducking behind a pillar, returning fire to Diego. His men also shut fire to Diego, none of them stopped, he went down with a cry. He got a bullet in his left arm, I didn’t think twice before grabbing a gun from one of the dead men, crawling to Diego ignoring my father’s warning from where he was hiding.

THE GUERRA ESTATE ~ SPAIN Gabriella burst into her father’s study at the Guerra estate. Her hair was messy, her makeup streaked, and her eyes were wild with anger. “He humiliated me!” she yelled. “He threw me out like trash!” She didn’t wait for Esteban to respond. “Alejandro had his guards drag me out and throw me into the street!” she cried. “For her! For that American nothing!” Esteban Guerra sat behind his black-marble desk, calm and silent. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his face unreadable, his cold blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain. Without hesitation, Malik walked up to the rogue with a fury unleashed, his blade moving in swift, decisive arcs. Each slash was a spray of crimson, painting the walls, my furniture, and everything in a grim picture of vengeance. Hunter quickly put his hand over my eyes, sparing me from the gory brutality of Malik's retaliation. Then, he started leading me away from the scene gently.

“You’re the problem. Ever since she came back, you’ve been weak. Obsessed.” Valerio cocked the gun. “Touch her with your eyes again, and I’ll gouge them out.” Luca grinned. “There he is. The Valerio I remember.” “You’ve got one chance,” Valerio said coldly. “Surrender. Tell me where Lucien is.” Luca spit at the floor. “I thought so.” Gunfire erupted before the echo of his words faded. Sera dove behind a crate, returning fire with precision. Valerio took down two men before ducking behind a steel barrel. Bullets tore through the walls, lighting the garage with sharp bursts of flame and metal.