Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

I approached the checkpoint leading into Crimson Valley slowly, observing the heavily armed guards through my

windshield.

My SUV’s headlights illuminated a makeshift barrier constructed from shipping containers and barbed wire. Three men with assault rifles stepped forward, their faces weathered and scarred. I could tell they weren’t regular military -probably local gang enforcers. The tallest one signaled for me to lower my window.

“Passport and entry fee,” he demanded in heavily accented English, leaning down to peer inside.

I rolled down the window and handed him a thick stack of American dollars. “Is this enough?”

His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as he got a better look at me. Something in his expression shifted, predatory interest replacing routine suspicion. He exchanged glances with his companions, a silent communication passing between them.

“American girl,” he said, grinning to reveal tobacco–stained teeth. “Very pretty. Maybe money not enough.”

The other guards moved to position themselves around my vehicle. One reached for the door handle while the tall one kept talking.

“Crimson Valley special place. Many rich men pay much more for pretty things than this.” He waved my cash dismissively. “You come with us, we introduce to important people.”

I smiled pleasantly. “No thanks.”

Before he could react, I slammed my foot on the accelerator. The SUV lurched forward, crashing through the flimsy barrier. The tall guard who had been leaning into my window lost his balance, half–falling into the vehicle. He grabbed for the steering wheel, reaching with his other hand toward the keys in the ignition.

Without taking my eyes off the road, I twisted his wrist sharply until I felt the satisfying crack of bone. He screamed, and I shoved him back out the window. The SUV bounced violently as I drove over the collapsed barrier, the sound of gunfire erupting behind me.

“Damn!” I swore as the engine made an ominous grinding noise. Something must have been damaged during the crash. I pushed the vehicle as far as it would go, putting distance between myself and the checkpoint. After about a mile, the engine sputtered and died completely.

I grabbed my backpack and checked my weapons. Two handguns, extra ammunition, three knives, and a garrote wire.

I’d have to continue on foot.

Crimson Valley lived up to its reputation. The place was a patchwork of opulence and squalor–luxury cars parked outside crumbling buildings, armed guards protecting what looked like abandoned warehouses. The air reeked of

1/2

8:19 Thu, Sep 25

Chapter 187

desperation, violence, and money.

97

I kept to the shadows, observing the locals. Many of the men had the same distinctive tattoo–a blue scorpion on their wrists. From the Austrian driver’s information, I knew they belonged to the Scorpio family, one of three major powers in the valley. The others were a major drug lord and an arms dealer with absolute authority over life and

death.

A group of men lounged outside what appeared to be a former hotel, drinking and laughing. One of them noticed me and nudged his companion. Soon, all eyes were on me. I kept walking, maintaining a purposeful stride.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify