Chapter 6 - The Ambush
Despite the heavy security, we couldn't stay locked in the house forever.
I had a scheduled appointment with a specialist for my allergies.
Alejandro refused to let us go alone.
He arranged a three-car convoy. Armored SUVs with bulletproof glass.
He sat in the backseat with us, holding my mother’s hand.
It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes.
The drive to the clinic was quiet. Too quiet.
As we entered an underpass, the traffic suddenly stopped.
A semi-truck had jackknifed ahead, blocking all lanes.
Silas, driving our car, cursed under his breath.
“It’s a setup. Boss, hold on!”
Before Silas could throw the car in reverse, two black vans slammed into the cars behind and in front of us, boxing us in.
Men in masks poured out of the vans, armed with heavy rifles.
My mother screamed, pulling me into her lap and covering my ears.
Gunfire erupted, sparking off the armored glass of our SUV.
It sounded like horrible, violent hail.
Alejandro didn’t panic. He was in his element.
He drew a heavy pistol from his coat, his eyes cold and calculating.
“Silas, ram the van in the rear. Make a gap.”
“Yes, Boss!”
The SUV lurched backward with terrifying force, smashing into the vehicle behind us.
The impact threw me against the seat, but my mother held tight.
Alejandro turned to us.
“Maria, keep your head down. Emma, look at me.”
I peeked out from my mother’s arms.
“Just like chess, little one,” he said, forcing a calm smile. “The King protects the pieces today.”
The glass began to spiderweb under the continuous fire.
It wouldn’t hold much longer.
Alejandro kicked his door open the moment Silas created a gap.
He stepped out into the crossfire.
He didn't hide. He moved with lethal precision, firing back.
Every shot he took met its mark.
He was a one-man army, driven by a rage the city hadn't seen in a decade.
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He wasn't fighting for territory or money today.
He was fighting for us.
