Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Before I started the engine, I glanced back over my shoulder, locking eyes with her. “You good?”
She smiled and leaned forward to press her lips gently to mine in quiet reassurance. “I’m good. I told you before. I’m here if there is anything you need. That includes hiding away when you tell me it’s the best thing for both of us.”
My chest tightened again, fierce possessiveness flaring as I nodded. “Fucking adore you, baby.”
Her smile widened, her eyes shining with quiet, unwavering strength. “Same.”
I fired up the engine, the powerful rumble beneath us filling the quiet air. With Clara securely at my back, I pointed the bike toward the clubhouse, determination settling deep and unshakable within me.
Tonight, we would end this threat. Nothing—and no one—was going to stand in my fucking way.
16
REBEL
Darkness pressed down like a physical weight as we gathered just outside the perimeter of the property, silently moving as we spread out into position. The facility loomed ahead, lights burning in a few strategic places like it had nothing to hide. But that was bullshit. This place was rotten to its core, and tonight we were going to tear it apart.
Tension tightened my muscles, adrenaline simmering beneath the surface, sharpening every instinct. Each breath came steady and measured, the familiar prelude to controlled violence.
We spread out, moving seamlessly into our assigned positions, the silence broken only by the low whisper of boots on gravel. My gaze tracked the patrol nearest to our location, watching the guard’s disciplined movements, his rifle held low but ready. His eyes scanned methodically, but he was oblivious to the lethal threat closing in around him.
My fingers flexed, the familiar anticipation settling into my bones. This wasn’t chaos. Every man here knew his role, his mark, and exactly how this op would go down.
King’s voice came low through the comms. “On my mark.”
I shifted slightly, adjusting my stance as my gaze flicked once to the far edge of the perimeter where Blaze and Kevlar were already in position, shadows among shadows. Ink and Cross had split off toward the back access point, Fallon practically vibrating with the promise of violence, while Tomcat held the angle near the secondary entrance, silent and watchful. Shadow and his crew were farther out, ready to move in once the job was done.
When the order came, the world narrowed, and my body reacted without hesitation. I surged forward from my concealed position, each step calculated. The guard barely registered my presence before my arm locked around his neck, cutting off any chance of an alarm. I felt his body go limp and eased him silently to the ground—a quick end to a problem that never should’ve existed in our territory in the first place.
Around me, the others moved with the same lethal efficiency. Kevlar and Blaze neutralized their targets at the far edge of the compound. Cross and Ink breached the fence line, clearing the way for the rest of us to slip through. Fallon’s eyes gleamed with eager anticipation as he prowled forward, while Tomcat and Echo moved with practiced grace, their expressions locked in deadly focus. There was no chance to react or sound an alarm. Just guards dropping one by one, bodies hitting dirt with only a soft thump, taken out clean and quietly.
With the fence breached and cleared, the rest of us flowed through like we’d done this a hundred times before. Which wasn’t far off. Our boots crunched on the gravel as we converged swiftly on the main entrance, but it wasn’t loud enough to alert anyone inside.
The reinforced doors didn’t stand a chance under Kevlar’s expert handling. As we moved inside, distant voices and the hum of machinery filled the stark corridors, heightening my awareness.
The facility’s interior revealed a grim truth, exactly what we'd anticipated. My jaw tightened as we split into teams, clearing the building room by room, each one systematically cleared, every corner checked, and all shadows exposed. The guards inside weren’t as disciplined as the perimeter team, and it showed. Some went down before they knew what was happening. Others tried to fight back but were swiftly silenced.
Somewhere to my left, Fallon let out a low, satisfied laugh that told me he’d found what he’d been anticipating, while several voices came low over comms, calling out cleared corridors.
We discovered the prisoners. Some were sequestered in a cell, others strapped to chairs or chained to walls. Most were barely conscious, but a few were wide-eyed and desperate. The harsh conditions and bloodied occupants stoked the rage that already simmered deep within me. Each person was quickly freed, secured, and moved out by our team. Once we identified them, some were destined for safety and anonymity, getting new lives the same way we’d done for so many others before. Then there were the ones we’d hand off through official channels that King trusted implicitly. A few had earned a different ending entirely.