Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Danielle paced back and forth on her dormitory balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she tried Elliot’s phone again. Straight to voicemail. He must be on assignment.

Her gaze hardened as she opened her email, scanning the detailed report Emery had sent.

[Scorpion: Second-in-command of the largest drug cartel at the border. Ruthless, cunning, and paranoid. A permanent fixture on the international most-wanted list, yet still untouchable.]

Danielle’s jaw tightened. She’d heard of Scorpion before. Once a mercenary, he’d gone on to co-found a company that posed as an investment firm but was, in truth, a colossal drug empire.

Attempts to infiltrate the cartel had ended in bloody failures. Even the families of undercover agents weren’t spared.

This mission had all the markings of a trap. Scorpion wouldn’t risk his neck without a calculated plan. And with 100 million dollars on Elliot’s head, the danger was palpable.

She grabbed her phone and made a call. Her voice was calm but firm.

"It’s me. Deploy additional forces. Take the helicopter. Head to Westland’s abandoned warehouse immediately. Elliot is likely there on assignment. Ensure his safety at all costs. Capture Scorpion alive if possible," she added before hanging up.

Hearing the call, Taylor jolted awake, startled by the sound of Danielle’s exclusive ringtone.

Usually, Danielle never called at this hour unless something was wrong. Quickly answering, Taylor heard Danielle’s voice giving orders.

"Yes. I’ll bring people over right away. You don’t need to worry about it; I’ll handle it," Taylor said.

As she hung up, Danielle’s gaze shifted to the dark expanse of the night sky. "Elliot’s sharp eyes stayed locked on Scorpion, his gun unwavering as he issued a cold command.

"Surrender now. You won’t get another chance."

Scorpion’s lips curled into a sinister smirk. "How about we make this interesting? Let’s bet on whether you can catch me tonight... or if you’ll leave here in a body bag."

Elliot’s gaze hardened, the air around him practically freezing. "Keep talking, Scorpion. When I bring you in, let’s see if you’re still laughing."

Scorpion leaned back slightly, his demeanor eerily composed. "You think you can catch me? There’s a reason I’ve been on the most-wanted list for years, untouchable. You’re in way over your head."

Elliot’s team shifted, tension rippling through their ranks. Scorpion’s arrogance stoked their anger, and it took all their discipline to stay in place.

"Stay sharp," Elliot warned his men. "Eyes on the targets."

"Justice will never be absent. Today, you’ve fallen into my hands, and there will be no escape for you."

But just as the atmosphere reached a breaking point, a gunshot rang out.

A bullet shot through the air, heading straight for Elliot’s temple.

"Captain!" one of his men yelled.

Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit Justin squarely in the back. Blood sprayed out, soaking his clothes as the pain contorted his face.

Elliot saw it was Scorpion who had shot, and with lightning speed, he returned fire.

A few quick shots hit Scorpion in the arm and abdomen.

Just then, another assassin, hidden in the shadows, found Elliot’s exact location. The bullet sped toward his heart like lightning.

Elliot wasn’t prepared, and the bullet pierced through his chest, blood pouring out like a fountain, staining the air with its thick, metallic scent. Despite the pain, Elliot ignored the bleeding wound and quickly fired back at the assassin who had shot him. The assassin fell to the ground with a thud.

"Boss, we need to retreat. A large group is on their way. If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late!" One of Scorpion’s men rushed over, urgency in his voice.

Scorpion’s expression darkened-reinforcements from the military had arrived. It seemed he wouldn’t get to watch Elliot die after all. "Elliot, this is where we part ways. I hope you die soon."

He sneered, "Our Elliot really loves to play with fire. You better not disappoint him," before striding off.

The assassins, seeing Elliot, now regarded him like a hundred million dollars, all scrambling to shoot him.

Both Elliot and Justin had been hit. Blood continued to pour from their wounds, their bodies growing sluggish from the pain. Another bullet struck them both.

At that moment, more than a hundred armed men stormed in from the outside, and the situation escalated quickly. Scorpion had truly spared no expense in trying to kill Elliot. It seemed like today might be the day Elliot wouldn’t make it out alive.