Sabotage Book Shantel Tessier の小説・ストーリー

However, just as my fingers brushed it, Chloe let go. The pendant slipped past my hand and fell straight to the ground. With a sharp crack, it shattered into two. I froze in place, my mind going blank. Chloe feigned surprise, covering her mouth. “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t holding it properly.” Then, she tugged at Harry’s sleeve, tears sliding silently down her face. “What should I do? Lianne must hate me now. I swear, I didn’t mean it…”

He straightened and faced her. For a fleeting moment, their reflections aligned in the glass before he turned away, like two sides of the same coin briefly touching. "Kellerman built a fortress. The cartel built a jungle. You don’t storm a jungle—you set fire to the canopy and let the animals fight each other." Anna finally turned to face him; arms crossed. "You think internal sabotage will work?" Ethan’s smirk was razor-sharp. "No. I think implied sabotage will. All we have to do is light the right fuse."

But I needed to make this shot accurately. Gabriel fought off one of the men and I saw Nina just behind him, pulling her own gun from the lining of her jeans. She raised the gun, but I was quicker. I stared down the barrel and pulled the trigger. She stumbled again as my own bullet tore into her shooting arm. She screamed and grabbed her arm, dropping the loaded gun. The bullet rocketed out of the barrel as the gun hit the ground and lodged itself in one of her men's foot. He yelped and reached for his own foot, falling into the wall.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Tonight is the night of the full moon and everyone is doing everything in their power for me to be safe. I am actually starting to feel like a queen bee with whatever is going on around the place. Queen bee Alpha. Since Gabriel literally has my scent all over him, he is going to act as a destruction and as for me, I have Sebastian and Alex by my side together with other two men from the Harrows. We are not exactly hiding but let me say that I am in a small cabin deep in the woods. Not my choice though.

Fabio held his breath, waiting for the right moment. Santos was walking toward the shipment area, his steps measured and confident. He had no idea that the very walls around him were about to close in. Fabio’s plan was simple: eliminate Santos, dismantle the cartel’s operation, and disappear before anyone could react. “Now!” Fabio whispered into his earpiece. Chaos erupted. Fabio’s team moved with precision, taking out the cartel’s guards with swift, calculated strikes. The sound of gunfire shattered the night, a brutal symphony of violence. Fabio made his way toward Santos, who was now frantically trying to understand what was happening.

“We’ll handle it tomorrow. Let’s keep the restaurant closed for now.” John’s hand lands on my shoulder, his figure looming in the dim light of the lantern’s we’ve set up. “We’ll get through this, Abby,” he assures me. I nod, thankful for the strength in his voice. But there’s a thought worming its way through my mind, insidious and dark. Sabotage. Someone knows about my second chance. Someone’s trying to snuff it out before it has a chance to breathe. And maybe that someone just so happens to be the same someone that started a fire in my apartment.

Mireille stood by the radiator with both hands braced on the sill. “So.” One word. Heavy enough. I looked up. “So this is sabotage.” “Is it inaccurate?” “It is selective.” “That isn’t a no.” “No,” I said, more sharply than I intended. “It’s not a no. It is internal damage-control language weaponized to make it look like the plan was always to replace me and carve the factory once public pressure rose.” Mireille crossed her arms. “And was it?” Gabriel answered before I could. “No.” She looked at him. “You expect me to take security’s word on legal paperwork?”

Lauretta responded, her tone neutral. "So, how is the repair going? I heard you got some engineers to work on the machines," Jane said, trying to sound casual. Lauretta, fully aware that Jane was one of the major suspects in the sabotage, decided to test her reaction. "It looks like someone sabotaged the machines," she said bluntly. "Sabotage?" Jane's eyes widened, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine surprise or a well-rehearsed act. "Keep it on the low," Lauretta said, lowering her voice. "We don't want to startle the snake."

But right now, with her words on my screen describing my own body with a precision that made my ribcage feel too small, it sounded like the most cowardly thing I’d ever said. It hit me hard enough for the thing I’d been burying under rage to surface. The details didn’t add up. I knew they didn’t. I’m a strategist. I read plays before they develop. I see patterns on ice that other players miss, and the pattern of the sabotage was WRONG. The playbook details in those texts were equipment-room specific. Naomi had never been in the equipment room. Didn’t have the code.

“You sabotaged my project—months of work! You altered the files, tampered with the data, and now it looks like I’m the one who screwed up. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” His smirk only deepened. “Oh, Rachael... You’re being dramatic. It was a simple oversight. I was just... refining a few things. Helping the team.” Her body trembled with rage, her fists clenching so hard she could feel her nails digging into her palms. “Helping the team?” she spat. “You didn’t ‘refine’ anything—you destroyed it! You deliberately sabotaged me!”