Chapter 239
Dominic’s POV
675
I pushed through the burning pain in my silver–poisoned arm, concentrating on establishing a clear mental connection with Rivera through our pack bond.
“Since we can’t shake them off, we’ll bring them all down at once,” I said with grim determination, my mind already formulating the strategy. “If they’re so eager to chase us, let’s make sure they chase us right into our trap.”
“I will lead them to the East District warehouse,” I projected, ensuring my thoughts were focused despite the distraction of the searing pain. “You and Johnson need to be ready for ambush when we arrive.”
Rivera’s response came immediately, his mental voice steady and confident. “We will gather the warriors, Mr. Sterling. You only need to bring the enemies into the trap, and we’ll handle the rest.”
I glanced at my parents in the Bentley. My father sat regally in the back seat, his face a mask of calm calculation despite the chaos around us. My mother’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a silent question in her gaze.
“I need to make them believe we’re desperate,” I explained, deliberately easing off the accelerator to allow the pursuing vehicles to gain ground. “Let them think they’re herding us exactly where they want.”
The four black SUVs behind us adjusted their speed, maintaining their coordinated formation. They took the bait, closing the distance between us. In the mirror, I could see the lead driver’s face now – cold, focused, professional.
“A classic misdirection,” my father observed with approval. “Lead the predator to believe they’re the hunter, not the prey.”
I pressed the accelerator, feeling the luxury sedan respond with power. The Bentley shot forward, tires gripping the road as we pulled ahead of our pursuers. They followed immediately, engines roaring as they gave chase.
The suburban roads stretched before us, winding through the outskirts of the city toward the industrial district. I navigated each turn with precision, keeping enough distance to maintain control but allowing them to stay close enough to follow. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation.
A sharp turn nearly sent us into a skid, the tires squealing in protest as I pushed the vehicle to its limits. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated on the road, acutely aware that the smallest mistake could be fatal.
“These drivers are well–trained,” my mother observed, her voice steady despite the high–speed pursuit. “Their coordination suggests military background.”
“Most likely,” I agreed, taking a sharp turn that sent us hurtling down a narrow side street. “But they don’t know these roads like I do.”
The pursuers split up – two vehicles following directly behind while the other two took parallel streets, attempting to cut us off ahead. My jaw clenched as I saw their strategy unfold. They were trying to force us toward the industrial district, exactly where we wanted to go – but on their terms, not ours.
I reached out through the pack bond again, connecting with Johnson this time. His mental voice came through clearly: “East District warehouse secured, Alpha. Ten warriors in position, ready on your command. Perimeter is set.”
“Good,” I responded. “We’re bringing company. ETA fifteen minutes.”
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Chapter 239
B
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not from the pack bond, but from something deeper, more intimate,
Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug at the edge of my consciousness Rebecca. Our mate bond vibrated with urgency, a warning pulse that made my skin prickle. Through our connection, I could sense her fear, her determination, and… her proximity. She was coming for us, drawn by the danger I was in.
I tried to send reassurance through our bond, but the same interference affecting pack communications seemed to be impacting our connection as well. Still, I could feel her drawing closer, her presence burning like a beacon in my mind.
