La Guerrera Capitulo 69 Novels & Stories

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.

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 look in her eyes conveyed a sense of acceptance, as if she knew her time was drawing to a close. Tears continued to stream down my face as I clutched her tightly to my chest, my heart aching with helplessness and grief. “No, Kira,” I cried out, my voice a lament for the life slipping away before my eyes. But it was futile; I watched as the light gradually dimmed in her eyes, her breaths growing shallower, until, with a final sigh, she departed this world, leaving behind a profound and heart-wrenching void. In the midst of the chaotic battleground, my vision clouded with anger and frustration. Antonio grappled fiercely with Dima, their bodies locked in a brutal physical struggle. But my f

“I will do exactly what benefits me.” For a moment, the air between us was taut, stretched thin. Then he turned toward the door. “We’ll see,” he said. “Vittoria Guerra.” He left without another word, the steel door closing behind him. I remained where I was, listening to the lock slide back into place. Sold. Caged. Unbroken. They thought they had taken a woman. What they had taken was a weapon. And weapons, when handled carelessly, always turned on the hand that claimed to own them.

Another came swinging a machete; she met him with a bullet in the chest and a knife in the gut. The men hesitated. Some cursed her name La Reina de Sangre the Blood Queen. The title spread as fast This wasn’t survival anymore. This was war. Across the chaos, she saw Raffaele. Standing tall atop the catwalk, his grin sharp as a wolf’s. He raised a hand, directing his soldiers like an orchestra of death. And then her gaze snapped left. El Cuervo himself strode through the haze, his raven tattoos catching the flicker of gunfire, a machete in one hand, pistol in the other. His men followed like shadows, cutting down Romano soldiers with ruthless precision.

My guards had their guns at full draw, pointing beyond my territory. “Alpha, we have them at gunpoint.” My warrior announced as we walked up. “Colt… please!” Kara had black tear stains down her face. Gunther was sporting a fresh bullet hole in his side but was on his knees with his hands behind his head. Although he was pale, he looked like he just had a flesh wound. “That is Alpha to you.” I said firmly as I walked out to see them. “Please, he is bleeding! Gunther got shot and he is dying! Please save him. I love him!” Kara begged. Gunther looked over at her and buried his eye brows.

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.

I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

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.

Guevarra tried to stop Zack by pinching and slapping his lower leg and kicking his other foot, but he still could not reach Zack when Zack moved his other feet to one side, making it impossible for him to reach Zack. "Zack, we have to leave. Your grandparents... t-they're murderers." Jackie shook her head. She's not sure if Zack heard her last words because he never looked at her, Zack snarled and pressed his foot deeper into Guevarra's wrist, not wanting to stop despite Guevarra's screams. He only came to a halt when he heard Guevarra's wrist bones crunching and the instant he lifted his foot was the time that Guevarra’s wrist started bleeding and all the latter could do is to cry in pain,