LOVE AND BULLET
PART 5
The world plunged into black.
For one heartbeat—then two—Ava couldn’t see anything. The sudden absence of light left her disoriented, the only sound her own ragged breathing and Obinna’s sharp inhale beside her.
Then—
A faint beep.
The tracker.
It pulsed like a tiny red heartbeat on the floor where Obinna had dropped it.
Ava’s training kicked in. This was her chance.
She yanked against the silk scarves binding her wrists, the fabric tearing at her skin. The chair creaked—
A hand clamped over her mouth.
Obinna’s chest pressed against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “Don’t. Move.”
His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a tremor through her.
Outside, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night.
The Safe Room
Obinna moved fast.
Before Ava could react, he sliced through her bonds with a knife she hadn’t seen him draw. He hauled her up, his grip iron-tight around her wrist, and dragged her across the room.
“What are you—?”
“Shut up and follow.”
A hidden panel in the wall slid open at his touch, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. The air that rushed up was cool, tinged with the scent of metal and something earthy.
Ava dug her heels in. “I’m not going down there.”
Obinna turned, his eyes glinting in the dim pulse of the tracker’s light. “You’d rather die up here?”
The sirens were closer now.
Ava hesitated.
Obinna leaned in. “Choose. Now.”
She chose survival.
Below the City
The stairs led to a tunnel—smooth concrete walls, dim emergency lights, the hum of generators.
Ava’s bare feet slapped against the cold floor as Obinna pulled her forward. The red glow of the tracker faded behind them, swallowed by the dark.
“Where does this lead?” she demanded.
“Away."
“From whom?”
Obinna glanced back at her, his smirk visible even in the low light. “You tell me, detective. Your people?” Or mine?”
Ava’s stomach twisted.
Because the truth was—she didn’t know.
The tracker had been a failsafe. But if her team was coming, why hadn’t they warned her?
Unless…
Unless they’d written her off.
The tunnel opened into a sprawling basement—part armory, part luxury hideout. Racks of weapons lined one wall. A sleek black SUV sat near a ramp leading up to a garage door.
And in the center—a glass-walled office, monitors flickering with feeds from the penthouse above.
Ava’s breath caught.
On the screens, shadows moved through Obinna’s study—armed figures in tactical gear. Not NDLEA.
“Who are they?” she whispered.
Obinna’s jaw tightened. “My brother’s men.”
Ava blinked. “Your… brother?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed to a desk and yanked open a drawer, pulling out a sleek handgun. He checked the clip, then tossed it to her.
Ava caught it on instinct.
Obinna met her gaze. “You wanted to take me down?” He grabbed a second gun for himself. “Help me survive tonight, and I’ll let you try.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
PART 5
The world plunged into black.
For one heartbeat—then two—Ava couldn’t see anything. The sudden absence of light left her disoriented, the only sound her own ragged breathing and Obinna’s sharp inhale beside her.
Then—
A faint beep.
The tracker.
It pulsed like a tiny red heartbeat on the floor where Obinna had dropped it.
Ava’s training kicked in. This was her chance.
She yanked against the silk scarves binding her wrists, the fabric tearing at her skin. The chair creaked—
A hand clamped over her mouth.
Obinna’s chest pressed against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “Don’t. Move.”
His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a tremor through her.
Outside, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night.
The Safe Room
Obinna moved fast.
Before Ava could react, he sliced through her bonds with a knife she hadn’t seen him draw. He hauled her up, his grip iron-tight around her wrist, and dragged her across the room.
“What are you—?”
“Shut up and follow.”
A hidden panel in the wall slid open at his touch, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. The air that rushed up was cool, tinged with the scent of metal and something earthy.
Ava dug her heels in. “I’m not going down there.”
Obinna turned, his eyes glinting in the dim pulse of the tracker’s light. “You’d rather die up here?”
The sirens were closer now.
Ava hesitated.
Obinna leaned in. “Choose. Now.”
She chose survival.
Below the City
The stairs led to a tunnel—smooth concrete walls, dim emergency lights, the hum of generators.
Ava’s bare feet slapped against the cold floor as Obinna pulled her forward. The red glow of the tracker faded behind them, swallowed by the dark.
“Where does this lead?” she demanded.
“Away."
“From whom?”
Obinna glanced back at her, his smirk visible even in the low light. “You tell me, detective. Your people?” Or mine?”
Ava’s stomach twisted.
Because the truth was—she didn’t know.
The tracker had been a failsafe. But if her team was coming, why hadn’t they warned her?
Unless…
Unless they’d written her off.
The tunnel opened into a sprawling basement—part armory, part luxury hideout. Racks of weapons lined one wall. A sleek black SUV sat near a ramp leading up to a garage door.
And in the center—a glass-walled office, monitors flickering with feeds from the penthouse above.
Ava’s breath caught.
On the screens, shadows moved through Obinna’s study—armed figures in tactical gear. Not NDLEA.
“Who are they?” she whispered.
Obinna’s jaw tightened. “My brother’s men.”
Ava blinked. “Your… brother?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed to a desk and yanked open a drawer, pulling out a sleek handgun. He checked the clip, then tossed it to her.
Ava caught it on instinct.
Obinna met her gaze. “You wanted to take me down?” He grabbed a second gun for himself. “Help me survive tonight, and I’ll let you try.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
LOVE AND BULLET
PART 5
The world plunged into black.
For one heartbeat—then two—Ava couldn’t see anything. The sudden absence of light left her disoriented, the only sound her own ragged breathing and Obinna’s sharp inhale beside her.
Then—
A faint beep.
The tracker.
It pulsed like a tiny red heartbeat on the floor where Obinna had dropped it.
Ava’s training kicked in. This was her chance.
She yanked against the silk scarves binding her wrists, the fabric tearing at her skin. The chair creaked—
A hand clamped over her mouth.
Obinna’s chest pressed against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “Don’t. Move.”
His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a tremor through her.
Outside, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night.
The Safe Room
Obinna moved fast.
Before Ava could react, he sliced through her bonds with a knife she hadn’t seen him draw. He hauled her up, his grip iron-tight around her wrist, and dragged her across the room.
“What are you—?”
“Shut up and follow.”
A hidden panel in the wall slid open at his touch, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. The air that rushed up was cool, tinged with the scent of metal and something earthy.
Ava dug her heels in. “I’m not going down there.”
Obinna turned, his eyes glinting in the dim pulse of the tracker’s light. “You’d rather die up here?”
The sirens were closer now.
Ava hesitated.
Obinna leaned in. “Choose. Now.”
She chose survival.
Below the City
The stairs led to a tunnel—smooth concrete walls, dim emergency lights, the hum of generators.
Ava’s bare feet slapped against the cold floor as Obinna pulled her forward. The red glow of the tracker faded behind them, swallowed by the dark.
“Where does this lead?” she demanded.
“Away."
“From whom?”
Obinna glanced back at her, his smirk visible even in the low light. “You tell me, detective. Your people?” Or mine?”
Ava’s stomach twisted.
Because the truth was—she didn’t know.
The tracker had been a failsafe. But if her team was coming, why hadn’t they warned her?
Unless…
Unless they’d written her off.
The tunnel opened into a sprawling basement—part armory, part luxury hideout. Racks of weapons lined one wall. A sleek black SUV sat near a ramp leading up to a garage door.
And in the center—a glass-walled office, monitors flickering with feeds from the penthouse above.
Ava’s breath caught.
On the screens, shadows moved through Obinna’s study—armed figures in tactical gear. Not NDLEA.
“Who are they?” she whispered.
Obinna’s jaw tightened. “My brother’s men.”
Ava blinked. “Your… brother?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed to a desk and yanked open a drawer, pulling out a sleek handgun. He checked the clip, then tossed it to her.
Ava caught it on instinct.
Obinna met her gaze. “You wanted to take me down?” He grabbed a second gun for himself. “Help me survive tonight, and I’ll let you try.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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