Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

I'd poured all of my heart and soul into Marco and the family, but all I got in return was his betrayal and indifference. With my suitcase in hand, I sat quietly on the couch in the living room, waiting for Marco to come back. I wasn't sure if he would come home, but all I wanted was to end things with him once and for all. It wasn't until 2:00 am that he finally stumbled in, drunk. When he saw me sitting on the couch, Marco showed not the slightest trace of guilt. Instead, he scolded me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

They were aiming at me. And someone wanted me dead before I ever made it to the altar. The convoy thundered down the asphalt, engines roaring as the last of the motorcycles scattered into the night,, with one of the riderslimping away with his bike sparking andand another abandoningg his bike on the roadside, vanishing into the shadows. The ambushers were gone, fleeingg as quickly as they had descended. Matteo cursed under his breath as he steadiedhe wheel. “They’re pulling back.” I lowered my gun, the metal still hot in my hand. My pulse thudded in my ear. Beside me, Ava gagged, pressing both her hands against her lips. Her knuckles were white; her eyes were wide open with shock.

He looks up surprised, and smiles at me. Distracted, I look to my left, but not in time. I see Xavier smile, as he takes aim. He fires, but I duck just in time. I run from my spot, and head towards the forest. I take cover behind a tree, as bullets continue to fly in my direction. I run down the ravine, and spin backwards, waiting for Xavier to find me. I watch Xavier come flying through the trees. He notices me, but it's too late. I take aim, and fire at him. Multiple orange spots hitting him at once. He raises his hands in surrender, and I run back from the forest to the range. I stand behind a wooden barricade, listening for any foreign sounds. I can hear the sound of someone scurrying ne

“How did the East Side job go?” Jax crossed his arms, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Clean. Burned two trucks, as you said. Left the third one untouched. We planted the red tags exactly where the Russians usually leave them. Enzo’s people are already crawling all over it. He’s pissed.” Lev chuckled from the corner, wiping blood off his knuckles. “One of his guys was yelling about ‘those Russian bastards’ when we were pulling out. Mission accomplished, boss. He won’t be thinking about you tonight.”

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

“Bonjour, “ a waitress dressed formally came standing in front of us and jotted down our order. As we ate our lunch, a rain of bullets came on us. Rush’s mom raised her finger and motioned for her bodyguards, almost instantly, the bodyguards leaped on their feed and shielded her. I sat up alarmingly, I looked at Rush and he nodded in understanding. We waited for the rain to stop as the whole restaurant was in total chaos, customers panicking and the waitresses came hiding behind the counters. I heard the sirens of an ambulance from outside and the security entering. There were around ten casualties. Rush and I instantly stood up as it stopped and went outside to chase the sniper.

Hard. My head snapped to the side. Vision blurred. But I kept fighting. Grabbed his gun. We struggled. The gun went off. The driver jerked. Hit. The vehicle swerved. Out of control. "Shit!" Rookie shouted. We crashed. Into a shipping container. Metal crunching. Airbags deploying. Everything went white. Then black. Then I heard voices. Distant. Muffled. "Em! Em!" Axel. Hands on me. Pulling me from the wreckage.

"There hasn't been any news about that. But I think they will do an ambush right at the meeting. If there is no mistake or something, they will definitely do it." "Okay. Then get ready, don't miss anything there." Jaxter got up from his seat and looked like he wanted to end this conversation. He wanted to go home and see his wife and his son. Somehow since finding out his wife was pregnant, his desire to be with Hayle had doubled. "Uh, sir about the ambush plan." Roberto brought Jaxter's steps to a halt. "You sure you want to do it like the original plan?" Jaxter was silent for a moment before he nodded. There could be no hesitation. Everything had to go according to plan, according to his w