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Chapter 696: It’s A Trap
The car’s engine growled beneath us, the vibration humming through the seat as Natalya gripped her phone like it was the throat of the man who’d crossed her. Her jaw was clenched, her knuckles white, the air around her crackling with barely contained rage.
I glanced at her, the anger radiating off her like scorching heat, her body coiled like a spring ready to unleash.
"Boss," I said, my voice low, controlled, "what’s happened?"
She shot me a look, her eyes burning with something feral, dangerous. "Our weapon consignment was hijacked," she snarled, her voice a razor’s edge of fury.
"While it was en route to the port from the warehouse." Her lips twisted into a sneer, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper.
"Someone dares to target it—even knowing it was mine." Her fingers tightened around the phone, her gaze locking onto the darkness outside the window. "They must be tired of living."
The cold certainty in her voice sent a jolt through me. This wasn’t just business. This was personal.
She turned her head, her eyes cutting to me like blades. "Be alert all the time, Viper," she ordered, her voice low, lethal, each word a command carved in stone.
The car jolted to a stop, the engine still humming with raw power as Natalya’s gaze locked onto the darkness beyond the window. The convoy of cars behind us pulled up, doors slamming as her men spilled out, guns drawn, eyes sharp. The air crackled with tension, the scent of oil, metal, and saltwater filling the night.
Natalya turned to the driver, her voice cold, commanding. "Let’s go to the port... directly." Her fingers tightened around the door handle, her knuckles whitening. "If someone has stolen from us, the first thing they’d do is get rid of the goods."
The car lurched forward, tires crunching over gravel as we sped toward the docks. The port loomed ahead, massive containers stacked like giant coffins, shrouded in shadow.
The convoy followed, headlights cutting through the dark, illuminating the hulking shapes of ships moored along the pier.
We reached a clearing, the car skidding to a halt. Natalya didn’t wait. "Ask all of them to search all those ships..." she barked at the driver, her voice sharp as a blade. "To see if there’s a sign of anyone. Quick."
The driver nodded, relaying the order into his radio. Doors slammed as Natalya’s men poured out of the cars, guns raised, flashlights sweeping over the containers. Their boots thudded against the dock, their voices low, tense, echoing in the night.
I watched through the window as they fanned out, disappearing between the towering stacks of steel. The port was eerie, silent except for the distant lap of waves and the crunch of gravel under boots.
Natalya reached for the door handle, but I grabbed her hand.
"Boss," I said, my voice low, urgent. "Wait a minute... Let me—"
Gunfire erupted.
A shout tore through the night—"EVERYBODY ALERT! SNIPERS!"
Cracks of rifle fire split the air. Bodies dropped. Natalya’s men collapsed like puppets with cut strings, blood spraying as bullets tore through flesh. The dock exploded into chaos, men scattering, returning fire, shouting orders.
The muffled cracks of gunfire still echoed in the air, the acrid smell of gunpowder mixing with the salt of the port, the metallic tang of blood thick in my mouth.
Natalya’s body trembled beneath me, her breath ragged, her fingers clutching the gun so tight her knuckles were white. The car rocked as bullets slammed into the armored doors, the windows spiderwebbing under the onslaught, barely holding.
Then—a loud puff, the car lurching violently as the tires blew. The driver ducked, his voice panicked. "They shot the tires!"
Natalya snarled, "Fuck! Fuck!" Her fingers flew to her phone, her face twisting in rage. "No signal... They must be using a network jammer... Fuck!"
The door handle rattled. Voices shouted outside, rough, mocking. "Open up, bitch!" A gun butt slammed against the window. Again. Again. The glass groaned, cracking under the pressure.
Natalya’s breath hitched, but her voice was steel. "The window won’t hold on much longer... Not from this close..."
I pressed her down, my body shielding hers as the gunfire intensified, the car shuddering under the barrage. Bullets ricocheted, pinging off the armored plating, the sound deafening.
I felt her heart pounding against my chest, her body tense beneath me. A bead of sweat slipped from her forehead, rolling down the line of her neck, disappearing into the collar of her jacket.
Fuck. Even now, even like this, she was still the most dangerous, most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen.
The shooting stopped. Boots crunched closer, voices shouting orders. "Pry it open!" someone barked.
Metal scraped against metal as they jammed tools into the door seam, twisting, wrenching.
A man stepped forward, protected by a wall of bodyguards, his voice slick, mocking. "Natalya... Why don’t you surrender? You have no way out..."
Natalya’s body went rigid beneath me. "IGOR!" she snarled, her voice a venomous hiss. "You bastard! You absolute SON OF A WHORE!" Her fingers clawed at my arms, her voice raw with rage. "I’ll rip your throat out with my bare hands!"
I held her down, my voice low, urgent. "Boss, stop."
"VIPER, LET ME GO!" she screamed, thrashing beneath me, her voice breaking with fury. "I WILL KILL HIM! I WILL TEAR HIM APART!"
"What are you doing?" I growled, my lips brushing her ear. "He’s tricking you. "
The door groaned, then popped open with a sharp crack.
Guns swung inside, muzzles pointed directly at us. The driver didn’t stand a chance—a burst of gunfire, and his body jerked, blood spraying across the seat as he collapsed, dead.
Natalya didn’t flinch. She stared straight at Igor, who stepped forward, protected by a wall of bodyguards, his smile slick, mocking. "Natalya," he crooned, "why don’t you surrender? You have no way out, darling."
Natalya’s breath hitched, her body tensing, but she stopped struggling. Her eyes burned into Igor, pure, unfiltered hatred. "Do it, bastard," she spat, "Do you think after killing me you can escape? My father will hunt you down like the dog you are!"
Igor laughed, the sound grating, arrogant. "When did I say I wanted to kill you, Natalya?" His voice dropped, sickeningly sweet, his eyes raking over her like a starving wolf.
Igor’s lips curled into a sickening, self-satisfied smirk, his eyes raking over Natalya like she was already his property.
"I wanted to marry you," he crooned, his voice dripping with false sweetness, "but you didn’t agree..." His tone darkened, twisted with something ugly and possessive. "So I had to do this..." He spread his hands, feigning helplessness, "It’s your fault, Natalya. Now tonight... you’re mine."
His gaze flickered to me, amused, as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience to be dispensed with. "I don’t think my father-in-law will kill me," he chuckled, his voice oozing arrogance, "after knowing I am your husband."