Chapter 76 Raine
Raine
The convoy thundered closer, headlights cutting like knives through the dark. Hawk’s hands tightened on the wheel, the SUV surging forward as Adam’s voice cut sharp over comms.
“Positions. Now.”
The plan had sounded clean back at the motel. Block the road. Force the stop. Quick, precise, in and out. But nothing about the roar of engines bearing down on us felt clean. It felt like standing in the path of an avalanche.
Hawk swung the SUV across the bridge, headlights flooding the asphalt, blocking the single lane. The truck’s brakes screamed in protest, the convoy shuddering as the black SUVs fanned wide.
“Contact!” Hawk barked.
The world erupted.
The first SUV swerved, doors flying open before it even stopped. Men spilled out, masks down, rifles already raised. Gunfire cracked, bullets sparking against the guardrail. The sound tore through me—deafening, relentless.
“Out!” Adam’s hand shoved the door open, dragging me with him. My boots hit asphalt, my ribs jolting with pain, but I kept moving. The pistol was in my hands before I knew it, muscle memory snapping into place.
I fired. One masked man stumbled back, another dropped. The recoil jarred up my arms, sharp and violent, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Blade moved like a phantom, silent and merciless, his knife flashing under the strobe of muzzle fire. Hawk’s rifle barked steady bursts, controlled and precise. Logan shouted something I couldn’t hear over the storm, his pistol blazing as he cut down another.
Adam was a wall beside me, steady and unbreakable. He moved like he’d been born for this—because he had. Every step, every shot, covering me, shielding me, his voice barking orders I couldn’t even process through the chaos.
The refrigerated truck loomed in front of us, its engine still rumbling, driver hunched low behind the wheel. One of the black SUVs slammed sideways across the bridge, blocking escape.
We were boxed in.
A bullet sparked off the guardrail inches from my head. I dropped to a crouch, heart hammering, breath ragged. My hands shook, but my aim didn’t waver. Another masked man went down.
I should have been terrified. I was. But beneath the fear was something else—fury. Fury at the ridge. Fury at the clinic. Fury at the thought of what was locked inside that truck.
This wasn’t chaos anymore.
This was war. Will this war ever end?