Page 55 of Controlled Drift
Static.Then Luca’s voice, tight.“Stand by.I’m ...seeing discrepancies.”
Too late.
Gunfire erupted from the tree line—sharp, bright muzzle flashes tearing holes in the dark.
“Contact!”Drew snapped.
Rounds sparked against the SUV’s armor, the impact reverberating through Niko’s chest as the vehicle lurched.
Rangi didn’t flinch.
“Hold on,” he said calmly.
Ahead, the wrought-iron gate to the estate began to descend, hydraulics whining as it dropped like a guillotine.
“They’re already here,” Niko growled.
Rangi hit the accelerator.
“I’m going to drift us through,” he said, like he was announcing a lane change.
Niko cracked the window just enough to slide his weapon through the armored glass, adrenaline lighting him up like a live wire.“Do it.”
The SUV swung hard, tires screaming as Rangi kicked the rear end out, momentum carrying them sideways.The gate shattered under reinforced steel, metal screaming as it folded.
Three men came into view, rifles raised, firing wildly.
The drift lined them up perfectly.
Niko fired.
Once.Twice.Three times.
Clean.
The shooters dropped where they stood, bodies folding as the SUV straightened and surged forward like nothing had happened.
“Nice shooting,” Rangi said mildly.
“Nice driving,” Niko replied, heart hammering, grin sharp.
They were out of the vehicle before it fully stopped.
The night exploded into motion.
Comms lit up with the second SUV engaging from the opposite flank—Victor’s voice sharp, Tane calling angles, Luca feeding data faster than the words could land.
“Multiple hostiles,” Victor snapped.“Engaging.”
Niko checked Ethan instinctively.“Stay with Kael.”
Ethan met his gaze, gray eyes burning.“Not a chance.”
They moved.
Across manicured grounds that had once hosted charity galas and family dinners.Past fountains and hedges and stonework built to impress—now torn apart by muzzle flash and blood.
Gregory’s men went down fast.
