Novel & Cerita Raided The God's Warehouse

And that bastard was about to learn that “you don’t touch what belongs to me and live to tell the tale.” The convoy of blacked-out SUVs tore down the rain-slicked streets, slicing through the city like a pack of wolves hunting prey. Ronald’s men had met us on the way, just like he promised, bringing an arsenal that would make a warlord proud. “Boss,” Ricardo muttered beside me, clicking a round into his rifle. “We’re locked and loaded.” I nodded once, eyes locked on the warehouse up ahead. It stood on the edge of the docks, hidden in the shadows, metal walls rusted and stained with time. The kind of place where screams echoed but never got heard.

Right now, I needed him to the strong one. We pulled up to a store and it was empty. I followed him in and helped grab things. For the first time since we'd gotten away, I felt a sliver of hope. I just prayed this was enough for us to get away and survive. The store looked like it had already been ransacked. Shelves were empty and items were scattered all over the floors. “Raven looks around for anything we could use as a weapon.” I nodded and walked behind the cashier’s counter. Someone had already broken open the register and took all the cash. Not that cash would do anyone any good now.

Lorenzo and I approached the open doorway, our hands instinctively moving towards the guns at our sides. The scene that greeted us inside the warehouse was one of pure chaos. Overturned tables, shattered glass, and scattered debris littered the floor. It was as if a hurricane had ripped through the place. My heart raced as I took in the empty expanse of the place, wondering what could have possibly happened here. “Looks like it was raided,” Lorenzo commented, carefully moving inside. Raided? My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario. Had the twins been caught in a crossfire? Or worse, had they betrayed us? I clenched my fists, the anger and frustration building inside me.

Eyes settled on me, were vacant to the rest of the room. "What kind of trouble?" I growled back. Spun on my heels. Farren had sunk back into the throngs of her brothers. The woman I presumed to be Nerezza fluttered to her side. From the corner of my eye, I caught her glare. Her unspoken threat. "There has been an attack on one of our warehouses," Rafael explained hurriedly. I cursed. Balled my fists. First Farren and now this. The day couldn't get any worse. Or maybe it could. The goddess had a cruel sense of humor when she wanted. I snarled at him but stepped towards the door.

I held everything in. The next time the doors opened, we weren't in a village. we were in a warehouse. It was a massive, echoing space with high, corrugated metal ceilings that groaned in the wind. There were hundreds of us. Mostly women. We were lined up like cattle, smelling of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies. That was the day the God-King walked in. * * *

He snatched the phone, speaker on, crumpling a notepad page in his fist. Silence. “You call to breathe at me? Speak!” A shaky voice broke through. “Warehouse east side raided tonight. Our guys were taken. Empty now.” My gasp echoed in the room, my pulse hammering. Dante’s knuckles whitened on the paper, veins bulging.

I grinned, brushing my forehead. I had expected Adrian's smartass comment but the voice that called out to me wasn't that of Adrian. "Boss," Dominic called out, his voice was sort of ragged. "What is it?" I snapped, pushing up on my elbows. "The downtown warehouse got raided last night by the feds," he exclaimed, his voice trembling as he struggled to catch his breath. "They seized the goods, and... and we lost two of our guys, boss." "Price stupid Russell!" I growled, my shoulders trembling angrily as I sat up on the bed.

It was evidently clear that it involved one rule and that was the fact that most of the kids in Carlifornia should be killed, for the purpose of reducing the population. While she thought through the abomination that was being taken out by these men, her personal assistant brought her phone to her. "What's the matter?" She asked her personal assistant. "Boss, we have a big problem on our hand. The warehouse has been destroyed and most of the men have been killed!" Sofia gasped in disbelief and handed over the phone, back to her guard and rushed out of the complex. If the warehouse has been raided, then there was a big problem that would most definitely couldn't be solved.

Fuck, we all do. After what I would consider the best and most peaceful night I've had in a long long time, I was woken up with a call that the Terka Syndicate had breached one of my major warehouses in New york. They obviously didn't take my rejection - to not use my border route - lightly. I have a total of twenty-five warehouses scattered all over the state and a few more outside the state; three of which are fully equipped with A-grade armed supplies enough to start a war.

"Don't let a drop of this trash's blood get on your new clothes." With a death grin, the God of War disappeared from the interrogation room, leaving Julian struggling to cry due to the destruction of his brain's nervous system. Chloe's mental torment was truly more deadly than any mutant bite.