Page 84 of The Bratva Stalker's Ruthless Claim

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Ruthless.

Every guard in the room stiffens.

Another burst echoes through the warehouse.

Shouting erupts in the distance.

Running footsteps.

Someone screams.

My heart jumps violently in my chest.

And I know Mike is here for me. I just know it’s him.

He found me.

Another explosion shakes the walls, dust drifting from the ceiling as the warehouse rattles. The guards exchange quick looks, tension rising instantly.

More shouting echoes through the corridors.

More gunshots.

Closer now.

Something fierce blooms inside my chest.

Not fear.

Something stronger.

Mike is coming.

Not because I’m leverage.

Not because I’m something to possess.

But because we’re fighting the same war.

The door to the room suddenly explodes inward.

Wood splinters. Smoke floods the doorway.

The guards barely have time to react before gunfire cuts through the air.

Two of them drop instantly.

The others scramble for weapons—

But it’s already over.

Then he steps through the smoke.

Mike.

Blood stains his shirt, dark against the fabric. His chest rises and falls hard, his gun still raised.

His eyes find mine immediately.

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