Page 58 of Nightmare's Battle


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Turbo crouches on her other side. “You go in alone, you get dropped fast. If they see a badge, they’ll unload without mercy.”

“I’m not flashing a fucking badge,” she says. “That badge don’t mean shit to me now.”

“Noted,” Turbo clips.

“You can hate me all you want after this. You can walk away from all of us. But you’re not dying tonight. Not in this place, and not by that man’s hands,” I say looking her dead in the eyes.

Her throat works like she’s swallowing glass, but she finally, gives me a nod.

Not an agreement, just acknowledgment.

It’s enough.

Mav signals the brothers. “We move on my mark.”

Lolo grips her gun tighter, eyes locked on the warehouse door, ready to pounce.

Herrera’s inside, and she’s about to walk through hell to get to him… with me right by her side.

If I can’t stop her from going to war… I’ll damn sure take the bullets meant for her.

Mav raises two fingers, signaling the brothers to fan out. Guns up. Eyes sharp. Everyone’s silent except the crunch of gravel under their boots.

Lolo stays beside me, posture low, and controlled. Focused in a way that makes my chest tight. She isn’t shaking, she isn’t scared, she’s hunting.

Mav reaches the main door, gives it a quick check, then looks back. “On three.”

I nod.

Turbo nods.

Lolo doesn’t even breathe.

“One… two…”

He kicks the door in on three.

The metal screams open, slamming against the wall. Darkness swallows us for half a second before shadows start moving inside, and men start shouting.

“Go!” Maverick orders, rushing in.

Sweeping left, gun raised, Turbo takes the right.

It’s quiet. A little too quiet.

Then, Click. A sound from the corner.

“DOWN!” Londyn shouts, voice sharp.

A muzzle flash blooms in the shadows. One of Herrera’s men staggers out, his rifle clattering free as he drops face-first to the concrete, dead before he hits.

Mav jerks back in shock. “Holy shit!”

She saved his life, clean and fast.

I’m frozen for half a heartbeat, staring at her. The calm. The precision. The absolute fucking clarity in her aim.

Jesus. She’s a storm destroying anyone in her path.