Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

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.

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."

* The wind bullet hit the ringleader's head and sank him to the ground, followed by several shots fired from a pair of guns to deal with all the gangsters who were there. *bang!* *bang!*... A 178-centimeter tall man with Caesar cut hair in an orange Airburst body suit takes a pair of guns with the AB logo engraved on them, stows them in a holster at his waist and touches a communicator to his ear. He squatted down and offered his hand to Ravyn, who was trying to push herself off the ground. "An emergency ambulance is coming. Please hang in there Ms.." In a polite yet comforting tone, an Airburst assured Ravyn.

Each man, a shadow, moving with practiced efficiency. Jax’s chest burned. A fierce, protective fire. Hold on, Sarah. Hold on, Lila. I’m coming. The first shot cracked the night open. A sharp, deafening sound. “AMBUSH!” Riot’s roar tore across the yard. Gunfire erupted instantly. Muzzle flashes lit up the dark like frantic lightning. Vultures spilled from the shadows. More than expected. Outnumbered, outgunned, but crazy enough to fight anyway. Their desperation made them dangerous.

They wore the grey urban-camo of the Grey-Claws, the low-level mercenary gang that the Board used for dirty work before they sent in the heavy hitters. The leader, a man with a shaved head and a cybernetic eye patch, racked the slide of a submachine gun. I recognized him. Rook. He was the mini-boss who had chased us through the sewers in Chapter Four. He had broken Dax’s ribs. He had made us run. "Daximus Steele!" Rook shouted, trying to look menacing in the downpour. "The Board sends its regards. Hand over the drive, and we make this quick. Resist, and we "

"Madam, the mission failed. Xavier Grayson arrived early." A cold, feminine voice crackled back, "Then withdraw. Leave no traces. We will find another opportunity." The man stood, signaled his team, and vanished into the shadows of the canopy. The Ambush on the Road Back at the car, Chloe watched the tree line with the eyes of a hawk. Suddenly, three men emerged from the woods. They wore black masks and moved with the silent coordination of special forces. One of them carried a long-range sniper rifle slung over his back.

I didn't say anything, just lowered my head and worked faster to verify the chip serial numbers, silently revising my assessment of him. On the way back, the sky had unknowingly turned gloomy. On the quiet desert highway, several unmarked pickup trucks suddenly appeared, heavy machine guns mounted in their beds. "Shit! It's a Mexican ambush!" the driver yelled, slamming on the gas. Bullets rained down on the bulletproof glass with a teeth-rattling impact. In the chaos, Jasper's voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the gunfire and the roar of the engine, exceptionally calm and clear.

Border Ambush (Lucas’s POV) Isabella still had my shirt in her fists when the first howl cut through the night. It ripped down the dark road ahead of us, sharp and close. Jax’s bike engine roared in answer. “Ambush!” Jax shouted through the mind-link and aloud at the same time. “Front and left, Alpha!” I eased her grip off my shirt. Her eyes were wide, breath still ragged from the nightmare. “Stay low,” I said. “Do not open the door unless I tell you.”

I am power. Zach stands beside me. Not behind. Not ahead. Beside. “Vehicle approaching,” Rivas says. “Unmarked. Three passengers. Heavy tint.” “On your mark, Director,” Sorrel says. I nod once. “Engage.” The ambush is fast and flawless. They hit the car before it can brake. The driver’s taken alive. The others, less so. Zach doesn’t wait for permission. He drags the survivor to the interrogation cell personally. He doesn’t speak until the man’s been restrained and the camera feed goes live.