LOVE AND BULLET
PART 8
The docks of Lagos burned with chaos.
Smoke curled into the night sky, mixing with the salty tang of the ocean as gunfire echoed between shipping containers. Obinna moved like a shadow through the fray, his men flanking him—loyal, lethal, and fueled by vengeance. But tonight, the real weapon wasn’t Obinna.
It was Ava.
The Calm Before the Storm
They had planned the attack meticulously.
Obinna’s brother, Emeka, had grown arrogant. He’d taken control of the docks, thinking Obinna was weak—thinking he had nothing left to fight with.
He was wrong.
Ava adjusted the strap of her vest, her fingers brushing the handle of the knife secured at her thigh. She had spent years training for moments like this—elite tactical drills, precision shooting, hand-to-hand combat. But tonight wasn’t about duty.
Tonight was personal.
Obinna’s hand gripped her shoulder, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Remember—Emeka doesn’t get to die easy."
Ava met his gaze, her own burning with the same fire. “I know.”
Then the signal came.
Ava Unleashed
The first shot rang out, and all hell broke loose.
Ava moved like a storm—fluid, unstoppable, deadly. She took cover behind a stack of crates, her pistol steady as she picked off Emeka’s men one by one. Headshots. Clean. Efficient.
“Damn,” one of Obinna’s men muttered, watching her. “She fights like a demon.”
Obinna smirked, reloading his weapon. “No. She fights like a queen.
Ava wasn’t just holding her own—she was *dominating.
Emeka’s men had expected Obinna. They had expected a war between brothers.
They hadn’t expected her.
The Fall of a King
Emeka was hiding in the control tower, surrounded by his last loyal soldiers.
Ava didn’t hesitate.
She scaled the metal stairs, gunfire ringing around her, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. One of Emeka’s guards lunged at her—she sidestepped, driving her knife into his ribs before shoving him over the railing.
Then she kicked open the door.
Emeka spun, his eyes widening in shock. “You—”
Ava didn’t let him finish.
She fired.
The bullet grazed his thigh, sending him crashing to his knees with a scream.
Obinna stepped in behind her, his boots thudding against the blood-slicked floor.
“Hello, brother.”
The Aftermath
The docks fell silent.
Emeka’s men, those still alive, dropped their weapons. Obinna’s soldiers stood in stunned awe, their eyes flicking between their boss and the woman who had just turned the tide of the war.
Ava wiped blood from her lip, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.
Obinna walked toward her, his gaze burning with something deeper than victory.
“You,” he said, his voice rough, “are magnificent.”
Then, in front of everyone—his men, his enemies, the world—he pulled her into a searing kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED...
PART 8
The docks of Lagos burned with chaos.
Smoke curled into the night sky, mixing with the salty tang of the ocean as gunfire echoed between shipping containers. Obinna moved like a shadow through the fray, his men flanking him—loyal, lethal, and fueled by vengeance. But tonight, the real weapon wasn’t Obinna.
It was Ava.
The Calm Before the Storm
They had planned the attack meticulously.
Obinna’s brother, Emeka, had grown arrogant. He’d taken control of the docks, thinking Obinna was weak—thinking he had nothing left to fight with.
He was wrong.
Ava adjusted the strap of her vest, her fingers brushing the handle of the knife secured at her thigh. She had spent years training for moments like this—elite tactical drills, precision shooting, hand-to-hand combat. But tonight wasn’t about duty.
Tonight was personal.
Obinna’s hand gripped her shoulder, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Remember—Emeka doesn’t get to die easy."
Ava met his gaze, her own burning with the same fire. “I know.”
Then the signal came.
Ava Unleashed
The first shot rang out, and all hell broke loose.
Ava moved like a storm—fluid, unstoppable, deadly. She took cover behind a stack of crates, her pistol steady as she picked off Emeka’s men one by one. Headshots. Clean. Efficient.
“Damn,” one of Obinna’s men muttered, watching her. “She fights like a demon.”
Obinna smirked, reloading his weapon. “No. She fights like a queen.
Ava wasn’t just holding her own—she was *dominating.
Emeka’s men had expected Obinna. They had expected a war between brothers.
They hadn’t expected her.
The Fall of a King
Emeka was hiding in the control tower, surrounded by his last loyal soldiers.
Ava didn’t hesitate.
She scaled the metal stairs, gunfire ringing around her, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. One of Emeka’s guards lunged at her—she sidestepped, driving her knife into his ribs before shoving him over the railing.
Then she kicked open the door.
Emeka spun, his eyes widening in shock. “You—”
Ava didn’t let him finish.
She fired.
The bullet grazed his thigh, sending him crashing to his knees with a scream.
Obinna stepped in behind her, his boots thudding against the blood-slicked floor.
“Hello, brother.”
The Aftermath
The docks fell silent.
Emeka’s men, those still alive, dropped their weapons. Obinna’s soldiers stood in stunned awe, their eyes flicking between their boss and the woman who had just turned the tide of the war.
Ava wiped blood from her lip, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.
Obinna walked toward her, his gaze burning with something deeper than victory.
“You,” he said, his voice rough, “are magnificent.”
Then, in front of everyone—his men, his enemies, the world—he pulled her into a searing kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED...
LOVE AND BULLET
PART 8
The docks of Lagos burned with chaos.
Smoke curled into the night sky, mixing with the salty tang of the ocean as gunfire echoed between shipping containers. Obinna moved like a shadow through the fray, his men flanking him—loyal, lethal, and fueled by vengeance. But tonight, the real weapon wasn’t Obinna.
It was Ava.
The Calm Before the Storm
They had planned the attack meticulously.
Obinna’s brother, Emeka, had grown arrogant. He’d taken control of the docks, thinking Obinna was weak—thinking he had nothing left to fight with.
He was wrong.
Ava adjusted the strap of her vest, her fingers brushing the handle of the knife secured at her thigh. She had spent years training for moments like this—elite tactical drills, precision shooting, hand-to-hand combat. But tonight wasn’t about duty.
Tonight was personal.
Obinna’s hand gripped her shoulder, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Remember—Emeka doesn’t get to die easy."
Ava met his gaze, her own burning with the same fire. “I know.”
Then the signal came.
Ava Unleashed
The first shot rang out, and all hell broke loose.
Ava moved like a storm—fluid, unstoppable, deadly. She took cover behind a stack of crates, her pistol steady as she picked off Emeka’s men one by one. Headshots. Clean. Efficient.
“Damn,” one of Obinna’s men muttered, watching her. “She fights like a demon.”
Obinna smirked, reloading his weapon. “No. She fights like a queen.
Ava wasn’t just holding her own—she was *dominating.
Emeka’s men had expected Obinna. They had expected a war between brothers.
They hadn’t expected her.
The Fall of a King
Emeka was hiding in the control tower, surrounded by his last loyal soldiers.
Ava didn’t hesitate.
She scaled the metal stairs, gunfire ringing around her, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. One of Emeka’s guards lunged at her—she sidestepped, driving her knife into his ribs before shoving him over the railing.
Then she kicked open the door.
Emeka spun, his eyes widening in shock. “You—”
Ava didn’t let him finish.
She fired.
The bullet grazed his thigh, sending him crashing to his knees with a scream.
Obinna stepped in behind her, his boots thudding against the blood-slicked floor.
“Hello, brother.”
The Aftermath
The docks fell silent.
Emeka’s men, those still alive, dropped their weapons. Obinna’s soldiers stood in stunned awe, their eyes flicking between their boss and the woman who had just turned the tide of the war.
Ava wiped blood from her lip, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.
Obinna walked toward her, his gaze burning with something deeper than victory.
“You,” he said, his voice rough, “are magnificent.”
Then, in front of everyone—his men, his enemies, the world—he pulled her into a searing kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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