La Guerrera Capitulo 67 Novels & Stories

Older gangers would wave their weapons in blatant defiance, using their innate charisma and leadership to rally the younger ones back into the fight. That display of bravery was not a guaranteed revival of resistance. H-6 had witnessed a panic stricken captain fire at his subordinates as they continued their escape. Weapon discharge was detected by his visor, he raised his shield but took no hits. The sensors spiked up once more, the nearby ganger was firing on his own.

I glared, claws flexing. Vera stepped forward, her aura glowing. “We’ll see,” she snapped. Our hands brushed, the tension electric. “Stay close,” I whispered. She nodded, her lips near mine. The romance flared, my wolf purring. A guard stumbled in, bleeding. “Reinforcements!” he shouted. I tensed, claws out. Vera hacked a turret, exploding it. Sparks flew, and I grinned. “Hold them!” I yelled. Jace and Dax nodded, slashing guards. Blood sprayed, their moves fierce. The sanctum shook, chaos erupting.

Ugh! End of chapter 64

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.