Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

“Oddly specific.” “I’m serious.” Ryan laughed weakly. “I’d like to not see that either.” I stepped toward the warehouse door. Rust creaked as it swung open. Darkness inside. Dust floating in the weak light. Classic ambush setup. “Hello?” I called casually. No answer. Just echoes. Footsteps scraped somewhere deeper inside. There they were. Four shadows stepped out from behind stacked crates. Silas’s men. One of them held a crowbar. Another had a knife.

"Luca, they want you to be afraid. Tell me, then—are you? I took a deep breath. Then—I gave a headshake. Dante grinned. "Well done." The Ambush: A Battle for Life We anticipated their arrival. So we gave them permission. After leaving the club, we returned to the penthouse via the standard path. We ensured that they had a gap. Then? We waited. It was quick. A black SUV cut us off at an intersection. Gunfire exploded in the night. Five men. Armed. Coming straight for us.

I gotta tell ’em . “Look, I know you guys are pissed at me,” began Curtis. “Shit! What the fuck?” At Roo’s words, Curtis looked toward the road. Roo hit the brakes and they all lurched forward in their seats. Five hundred yards in front of them, Bernstein’s Escalade lay on its side. Smoke, illuminated by the headlights of the Major’s stopped car, billowed out of the ruined truck. “What happened?” asked Gallow. “We’ve made it to the wildlife preserve,” shouted Curtis. “No lights, no witnesses. Nothing but highway in either direction. It’s an ambush. And Jeannine could be hurt. We have to get her. Go, Roo!”

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.

Letting the tears fall down her face, Alex pulled the trigger, watching through her scope the bullet plunging directly at Julia’s heart and exiting through the back, eliminating the man, who has a gun at her head, as well. Grabbing her phone, Alex went through her phone contacts and finally pressed the call button and waited for the person to answer. She hissed at the pain her wounds are giving her and she went back to her room, reaching for a loose shirt and shorts. She wrapped the largest wound with a spare shirt to soaked the blood. “Can you come over?” Alex finally asked when the person answered. “Were you at The Raven Pub?” “Yes,” she answered tightly. “I got ambushed. I need medical at

He pulled a gun from a holster beneath his jacket—a gun I didn't even know he was wearing. Bang. Bang. Two shots. Two bodies hitting the pavement. He pulled me out of the wreckage, keeping me tucked under his arm. The rain was pouring down, mixing with the steam rising from the smashed engine. "Into the SUV!" Julian commanded his team. "Go! Now!" He shoved me into the back of the lead security vehicle and dove in after me. The tires screeched as we peeled away from the ambush, leaving the burning wreckage behind. I was shaking uncontrollably. I looked at Julian.

The guild members gathered around a large van, their expressions resolute. "Everyone ready?" Samuel's voice carried a mix of determination and urgency. Nods and affirmations rippled through the guild members, their eyes fixed on the task ahead. Jota adjusted his grip on the machine gun, his eyes meeting Samuel's. "Let's end this," he said, his voice firm. Samuel's car pulled away from the curb, the powerful engine propelling them forward. Jota climbed into the back of the van with the guild members, the doors closing with a resounding thud.

Men in tactical gear were already stepping out of the sedans, the long barrels of assault rifles catching the glare of the lights. "Ambush!" I yelled into the radio, my foot instantly slamming onto the brake pedal. The heavy SUV fishtailed violently across the asphalt, the smell of burning rubber filling the cabin as Rodah let out a sharp gasp, her hands throwing themselves onto the dashboard to brace for impact.

Xavian and Xian, on the other hand, act heartbroken, as though they expected I would trust their words that easily. “Then hurry. Prepare the men…” I pause, staring at the table. I need a distraction. Anything to stop thinking about today’s fit with my bleeder. “In fact… I will lead the ambush. Prepare a ride for us, Trevor.” I say it, and he nods, hurrying out of the room. My wolf rises instantly to the surface, readying for the thrill of the kill. It is about an hour later when we arrive at the scene. Deep inside the woods, silence engulfs the entire space, except Xavian and Xian remain a nuisance, chittering endlessly, now on their third bottle of alcohol.