Revenge to the Alpha Mate novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 227

Jacob’s Perspective

Damn it. I’m a goddamn fool.

Last night was a rusty nail driven into my skull. I’d been too impatient, drunk on that feeling of having her back and the longing I’d bottled up for so long. I forgot the wounds in her heart were still raw. When she pushed me away, the struggle and pain in her eyes hurt worse than any bullet I’d ever taken.

So, I apologized. Then I got the hell out of there and took a cold shower, trying to drown the stupid thoughts and the physical restlessness. Slept like shit. I could feel her lying rigid and still on her side of the bed too.

When morning finally came, the sun was already high. My stomach felt hollow enough to swallow a whole deer. Celena went out quietly and came back with a paper bag full of burgers, fries, and two icy Cokes. We sat on the edge of the bed and ate in silence. The greasy food filled the emptiness in our stomachs but did nothing for the awkward void between us.

"We keep watch today," I said after gulping down some Coke, trying to sound normal. "But from further back. We need to change our position."

We drove back, approaching the area with even more caution than before. I parked behind a ridge much farther away than yesterday and raised the binoculars. Everything looked the same. High walls. Razor wire. Patrolling guards.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe my head was still stuck in last night’s mess, but I made a rookie mistake.

The grey Chevy. It had been near here yesterday, and now it was back in roughly the same spot. In this remote, sparsely traveled area, it was like a loud belch in a quiet library—way too conspicuous.

"Damn it," I swore under my breath, lowering the binoculars and reaching for the ignition to move our lookout spot.

Too late. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

From two side roads, two reinforced black pickup trucks roared out, engines screaming. They moved to flank us, one in front, one behind, like a pincer movement. They’d been watching us. The drivers wore caps and sunglasses, their expressions hidden, but their hostile intent was palpable even from a distance.

"Hold on!" I yelled, slamming the gearshift and stomping the gas. The Chevy’s tires spun wildly in the gravel for a second before lurching forward like a spooked rabbit.

Almost simultaneously—

Boom! Crash!

A flash from the roof of a distant building. A shotgun blast! The passenger side window exploded inward, showering us with glass. Thank god Celena was already ducking low.

"Down! Stay down!" I barked, pressing my hand hard against the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. I hunched my own back, practically lying over the steering wheel, driving by feel and peripheral vision as the car bounced and swerved violently over the rough terrain.

We barely squeezed through the gap before the two pickups could close it, skidding onto the main road. But the trouble wasn’t over.

The pickups gave chase. The passenger window of the lead truck rolled down, and the dark barrel of a rifle emerged.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Automatic rifle fire! Bullets chased us like a hailstorm. The rear window shattered completely. Sickening thuds pounded the body of the car as bullets punched into the metal. One side mirror was shot clean off. The air filled with the acrid smells of gunpowder and scorched metal.

I kept the gas pedal floored, swerving the car erratically left and right. Every second stretched into an eternity.

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