Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

Victor had stood up and was addressing the crowd now, talking about territory disputes and how the clubs needed to respect boundaries if they wanted to avoid another war like the one last year. This was my chance. I started walking toward the front, weaving through the tables. All the men in the room started to turn their heads towards me. My hand slipped into my jacket, fingers closing around the grip of my gun. "Ambrose!" I shouted. Victor stopped mid-sentence, his head snapping toward me. "What the hell are you doing, Maddox? Go on and sit your ass down with the other VPs!" I ignored him completely and locked eyes with Ambrose. He was still seated, his pipe resting in one hand, but his fa

I didn't shout his name—I spat it, a desperate reflex that tasted of copper and ice. He didn't fall. Not yet. He stood at the head of the vanguard, a massive silhouette against the bruised-purple haze of the Rogue lands. But I saw his knees buckle. I saw his fingers, raw and blistered from the Altar, clawing at the air as if trying to catch a scent that had suddenly vanished. "Ambush!" Marcus’s voice roared through the comms, followed by the frantic whirr-thwip of a second volley. I vaulted out of the lead APC before it even skidded to a halt. My boots hit the frozen mud, a bone-jarring impact that sent a jolt of pain up my spine, but I was already drawing my silver-alloy blades.

His massive hands curled into tight, lethal fists. "We haven't found a body, Sir," Marcus answered quickly. "The blood trail ends in the underground parking garage. The security cameras were manually disabled ten minutes before the ambush. Sebastian Cross managed to escape the initial strike, but he is bleeding, he is completely off the grid, and a team of professional killers is actively hunting him through the streets of Dubai."

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

“A private estate outside the city. Locked down with top-tier security, but we managed to intercept some of his communications.” The Ambush – 11:58 PM The ride to the docks was silent, the kind of silence that crackled with anticipation, with barely restrained fury. Adrian sat in the back of the blacked-out SUV, his fingers tapping against his knee in a slow, controlled rhythm. Across from him, Amelia was checking the sleek pistol Marcus had given her, her expression unreadable. Marcus, sitting in the front passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror. “You know this is a setup, right?”

I winced as we drove over a bump, and I banged my leg. We arrived at the warehouse and Zac helped me out of the car and inside. He sat me down in an empty room and went to go find the doc. He returned a few minutes later with the doc and a bottle of bourbon. He handed me the bourbon as doc lifted up my leg and started to examine it. “You might want to take a large drink of that, I need to get the bullet out.”

Before Rose could regain her footing, I forced my own hand to press the cold, razor-sharp edge of the blade directly against the skin of my own throat. A thin line of crimson blood welled up beneath the silver steel. Bellamy gasped, taking a sudden step back, his professional composure completely breaking as he realized what was happening. "Isabella?" Rose fought me tooth and nail, trying to pull the knife away, but I held the blade rigid against my flesh, forcing my own raw, shaky, breathless voice to tear through the surface of my lips. "Bellamy... the ambush..." I choked out, a hot tear escaping my eye as I stared at him through the green-and-brown blur of my pupils. "The ambush is at daw

The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying. Hunter stepped out of the warehouse and Luca was already there for him. Rasmus was contacted. He said he would be following Armando with Draken. Hunter got into the car as Luca put the car to drive and they sped down the road. His heart was beating extremely fast in hopes that he would see her finally but there was this gnawing fear clawing inside him. The fear of losing her. He just hoped that she was alright but little did he know fate had another cruel path stored for him.

He was supposed to meet someone here, and if that someone dies, this will make things go south. He pushed through the crowd and finally made it inside. He ran up the escalator and saw security guards surrounding the restaurant. He walked up to them but they told him he couldn't get any closer. "Is anyone armed inside?" He asked them but it was useless. They wouldn't answer his questions. Going against their words, he rushed inside. He looked around the place and he almost stopped breathing after seeing the man dead on the floor. The only man who could've given the exact background of Keisha Lexington was assassinated.

I don't know what's going on but I feel a heavy tension going on between these two. I wanted to confront Amy about it, but I decided to shut my mouth until I could get her alone. I could feel something happened. Axel went on to hop into the driver's seat and he revved the engine but didn't start driving yet. He took out the piece of paper Hunter gave him and looked at it, his brows furrowed. "Is something wrong?" Amy and I asked in sync. "This address..." I stared at him as his expression darkened. Then he turned and said, "It's in the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack's territory," Disbelief evident in his face.