Chapter 41 Havoc
Havoc
Gunfire cracks through the comms.
Not distant.
Not delayed.
Immediate.
“Contact!” Trigger’s voice cuts through the static.
Everything in me locks.
Cold.
Focused.
Too far away.
“Trigger, report,” I snap.
“Three hostiles,” he fires back. “Front approach. Engaged.”
More shots.
Closer.
Louder.
I grip the radio tighter.
“Status on Aspen and Dylan?”
“Inside. Rylie’s got them.”
Good.
Another burst of gunfire.
Then—
A single shot.
Closer to the mic.
Too close.
“Trigger.”
A beat.
Then—
“Still standing.”
I exhale sharply.
Not relief.
Not yet.
Ace watches me from across the warehouse.
“Bad?”
“They’re hitting the house.”
That’s all I say.
That’s all I need to say.
Blaze swears under his breath.
Wolf goes still.
Every instinct I have is screaming the same thing.
Go.
Move.
Get there.
But I can’t.
And that’s the worst part.