La Guerrera Capitulo 64 Novels & Stories

You need to see how a miserable junkie he was during her demise. The scenario that played out between Lucita and the guards left me gobsmacked. Jericho had gotten into the cabin and I had taken my cover. My mouth fell open as I watched Lucita skillfully dealt punches and kicks to the guards. She didn’t miss any of her aims and the guards could barely lay a finger on her. From my hideout I could see into the cabin. Jericho was equally appalled, he stood rooted on a spot as he watched the combat and not until Lucita was done, did he move a step. Same as me.

“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.

the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision. Luciana and Tomiwa didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the opportunity, they opened fire, covering Capello as he reversed the car , smashing violently into one of the SUVs. The battle turned into a bloodbath as the Ghost weaved through the battlefield like an angel of death, eliminating enemies before they could react. Sergio roared in frustration. "Kill them! Kill them all!" Dino sprinted toward Sergio, dodging gunfire, before landing a devastating punch to his jaw. Sergio stumbled, wiping blood from his lip. "You think you can stop me? Sanchez will—"

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

A new secret I hadn’t yet shared with Lucian. The timing couldn’t be worse. But hope was growing again—fragile and fierce—right in the middle of war. **End of Chapter 61** --- (Word count: 2,805) --- Ready for **Chapter 62: The Enemy’s Son** at ~2800 words? Let me know if you'd like any adjustments before we continue! 🔥 **Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts**