Rush X Ambush の小説・ストーリー

I pinched my nose at the distinct, rotten smell emanating from their bodies, and I knew. Rogues. A tense silence filled the car and the world seemed to spin for a moment. Flashbacks of getting kidnapped and sold by rogues sent my heart falling to the very pit of my stomach. Something was about to happen. “Undo your seatbelts,” Grant ordered, his voice urgent. “This is an ambush. There are about ten of them, so they will definitely try to break into the car. Stay put, but the second I give the command, run.” Fear slithered through my veins, but I nodded shakily.

He looked a bit confused. "What did they do?" I asked him. "We don't know, Ara. They were all out for a party. There were other families too. Only three people made it out of the ambush alive." Alessio muttered. His eyebrows pulled together. "Did the survivors inform you?" I asked him. Alessio shook his head as he met my confused gaze. "All the survivors were children. Russo, Egor he's a Russian boss's son, Angelo's mother and you." Niko said.

I ask, seeing Steel lean over Wendy from the corner of my eye. “Four,” Steel growls. “Sorry, Siren, I might get a chance to punch an Alpha before you today,” Hellfire says. “There’s plenty to go around,” Siren growls. “RAPTOR! STOP YOUR TEAMS!” Hijack barks into the communicator. Raptor stops immediately, grabbing Siren, who looks like she’s ready to keep going after her father. “What is it?” Raptor asks, just as I see what Hijack saw. “Ambush,” he and I say together.

Ruan bellowed, hauling me up and shoving me toward Jax, who was already revving his engine. "Ruan, no!" "I’ll find you!" he roared over the sound of the gunfire, his revolver barking as he laid down cover fire. "Jax, get her out of here! That’s an order!" Jax grabbed me by the waist and swung me onto the back of his bike. I screamed Ruan’s name, but the roar of the engines drowned me out. We surged forward, weaving through the chaos, the heat of the burning buildings singeing my skin. I looked back and saw Ruan standing alone in the middle of the street, a silhouette of defiance against the army of green and black. Silas was laughing, his arms crossed, watching his masterpiece of destruction

Red strobes from Bram’s SUV flashed through the haze, silhouettes moving—shouts she couldn’t make out. “Come on.” She hooked her arms under Varian’s shoulders, dragging with every ounce of strength. His weight was brutal, a wall of stone refusing to budge. Her palms burned as glass bit into her skin, but inch by inch she pulled him across the seat, then through the broken window. They collapsed onto wet asphalt. Her chest heaved, lungs clawing for air that tasted of smoke. Shots cracked then—muffled at first, then closer. Bullets pinged against metal, chewing sparks from the cars. The ambush wasn’t finished. Whoever hit them wanted confirmation, bodies on the ground.

A sound, a crack in the stillness, a rustle of leaves followed by a shout. "Ambush!" Ethan shouted, his voice loud and commanding. "Get down!" Before I could react, a group of infected and hostile survivors emerged from the trees, charging at us. The infected were fast, their movements jerky and violent, and the survivors with them weren’t much better. They were desperate, armed with whatever weapons they could scavenge, and they weren’t afraid to fight dirty. I froze for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest. We had prepared for this—prepared for everything—but no amount of planning could ever make you ready for the terror of an ambush. The chaos, the noise, the sheer unpredictability of

he ordered, his voice calm but commanding. The assistant and his men backed up, watching the chaos unfold, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden ambush. For a moment, their confident demeanor wavered, and I saw the flash of fear in their eyes. They hadn’t planned for this either. As I tried to push myself up, two more rogues closed in, one of them setting its sights on me. I scrambled back, feeling the rough ground scrape my palms, panic clawing at my insides. The rogue’s eyes gleamed, its growl low and menacing, and I felt my heartbeat thunder as it prepared to pounce.

Not a gun, but a crowbar. The driver slammed it once against the bulletproof glass. Sarah flinched at the sound, but the window held strong. “They’re trying to scare us.” “No,” Raven corrected darkly. “They’re trying to make us crash.” And in the rearview, more shadows emerged. Two black SUVs this time, larger, heavier, and definitely not friendly. The ambush had closed in completely. Now it was a race. A fight. And Raven had no intention of letting Sarah be caught.

However, he hadn’t anticipated his wrist being seized with such strength. "What the— Who is this?" the man exclaimed as he found himself locking eyes with a pair of deep, dark eyes concealed behind glasses. They had an abyssal depth to them that sent a shiver through him. With a light twist of his wrist, he was in agony. His pained howls and sweat-filled face prompted Dima to let go. After wiping his hands with a clean handkerchief, Dima coolly tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle, saying, "Thinking of hitting a woman? That’s a lesson for you."

“I always kept this on me the moment I saw the picture. I swear with my life, Rush, next time I won’t make it easy for you. You need rehab. Leave now.” Rush weighed his options. If he got killed, another man would still be by Michelle’s side. He had to live to fight another day. “I will leave, Michelle, but you have to understand that no man should ever come close to you, or I will kill him.” He left instantly, closing the door behind him. Michelle finally let out the breath she was holding. She was scared, except that she did not show it and rushed to lock it before dialing 911. “There is a guy named Rush Hendrix. He tried to kidnap me but failed. He is up against my friends and loved ones