Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

Lola was squeezed in with Héctor and another silent guard. She pressed her face to the window, watching the landscape fly by under the moonlight. This was it. The fire she’d started, it was time to see it burn. The ambush was very swift. They arrived at a dusty, isolated road, where a small convoy of unsuspecting trucks sat. Ramón didn’t hesitate. He gave a hand signal, and his men moved like ghosts. The sound of gunshots ripped loudly through the silent desert night. The shouts, the smell of burning tires and something metallic filled the air.

Riley took it. Back at headquarters, Adrian waited in her office. He was pacing—always a bad sign. "Where were you?" he asked as she entered. "Securing an ally," she replied. "One who doesn’t betray me." He winced at the jab, but didn’t fight it. "We need to talk about the gala," he said. “There’s intel suggesting a planned media ambush. False documents. Fake witness testimony. All to be released the moment you take the stage." Natalie sat behind her desk, unfazed.

I fight the drowsiness for as long as I can before sleep overtakes me. I awake to a cacophony of sounds assaulting my ears. Orders are being shouted and men are scrambling in every direction. I can also hear the growls and what sounds like… fighting. Has Tyler finally found me? I want to do nothing more than go find him, but I need to complete my mission: kill Clay. Removing the rogues’ leader should destabilize their army and throw off their attacks, so I close my eyes and let my muscles become limp.

Rick pushed back his chair and rose, studied Dix then gave him a bear hug. "Damn. You do look good. More than good." Dix prodded his thigh with a fist. "All healed and good as new." "Okay, then. Come sit down and meet the new guys." Dix greeted the other members of his team before focusing on the unfamiliar faces. A man in a dark-green T-shirt with close-cropped dark-blond hair held out his hand. "Rusty Vaughn. Dix shook it then glanced at the tattoo on the man's forearm. "That looks suspiciously like a .300 Win Mag sniper rifle."

“I’m afraid I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you in person before, Mr Crowley. Let me introduce myself, I’m Rush Rhodes - leader of the Red Rumble. I’ve read about your accomplishments and had always wanted to meet you. It truly must be fate to meet you here of all places…” Half of me wanted to curl up and die. The other half simply was intrigued. Hands itching to touch the puffy coat, I restrained myself. “Please just call me Titus, all my friends do. Indeed I have many questions about the ways of the Slums Mr Rhodes. Would you be so kind as to enlighten me?” Rush merely smiled. “Only if you call me Rush and we head over to my headquarters.” Grinning like a lunatic, I followed. This w

“Bullshit. You ended King. Gave us the opening. They’re scared. I’m not. You’re my old lady. My queen. We ride through this.” She looked at him. His jaw was set, knuckles white on the wheel. Still the Reaper. Still in charge. It eased something tight in her ribs. The ambush hit two miles from the drop point. Three trucks blocking the road. Gunfire exploding from the tree line. Bullets pinged off the van — sharp metallic cracks that made her ears ring. Glass shattered on her side, spraying tiny cuts across her cheek. Warm blood trickled down her jaw. “Out! Out!” Jax yelled, shoving her door open and pushing her through.

You're disgusting, Rosie! Just as I was about to speak, he hung up. With that, I blocked him on Natasha's phone too. Allen was out of my life from then on. To my surprise, when I arrived for the audition, Natasha hurried over and said, "Something's wrong. Some idiot leaked an inappropriate video of you!" I grabbed her phone and looked at the so-called inappropriate video. Although Allen and I were engaged, we had never crossed the line. We never even held hands or kissed, let alone do anything else.

The air was thick with dust, rusted metal, and latent threat. Amalia sat in the back, next to Max and Dax. The silence was almost ritualistic, interrupted only by Ivan’s voice in their earpieces. "Confirmed. Three cars stopped to the east. Two armed men on each side. Another vehicle to the south, external coverage." "It’s an ambush," Max said dryly, looking at Maddox. He nodded. "Perfect." Dax cracked his neck, relaxed. His half-smile was more of a warning than a sign of amusement.

Nicholas Rhodes The smell of gunpowder always lingers longer than the sound of bullets. It clings to the air like guilt. I pushed through the smoke-filled warehouse, boots grinding on broken glass. The echo of distant sirens bled through the night, but I barely heard them. My mind replayed every second of the ambush—every scream, every wrong move, every name I’d lost. It was supposed to be routine. A simple exchange at Pier 9. Five crates, four men, no witnesses. But someone had fed the Rossis our schedule down to the minute. They’d been waiting for us, hiding behind the freight containers like vultures.

Rux. "Yeah, Rux is still running this city. Though Ryder Rux hepls him now," Bella said eyes glinting at the mentioned of the son. "Him and his friends run a gym and bar on their own. Fronts for the gang business." She leans in lowering her voice. Jasmine sighed her eyes drifting away. "They're so hot.. it's so sad they never come here." Thank fuck. I think to myself as Jasmine goes on. "They're like the avengers but tattooed and morally ambiguous."