The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 They’re Slipping Out

Brooks anticipated Maren’s next move perfectly. Once again, she baited Team Four into showing themselves, and once again, they fell before they could fire a single shot.

When Maren began pulling back to cover, Team Seven sprang up eagerly, thinking they had her cornered.

A victorious smile spread across Brooks‘ face. “Shoot her down now!”

Rapid bursts of gunfire filled the air.

Brooks started to sneer.

“Looks like your luck ran out…”

Yet his words choked halfway when he realized Maren had vanished safely behind cover once more.

“What the hell?” Brooks muttered. Countless bullets had been fired, and even the worst aim should’ve hit her by now.

After all, these shooters were handpicked from the Angels of Death’s best fighters.

Brooks quickly turned his gaze to Team Seven. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Team Seven was gone. Not one of them had made it out alive.

Those earlier gunshots hadn’t been theirs–it had been the sound of their own swift execution.

“For our first time working together, I’d say that went well.”

Maren threw Sawyer an appreciative nod.

Sawyer had taken care of Team Seven flawlessly.

Neither had exchanged a single word, yet years spent as rivals had trained them to predict each other’s moves without a moment’s hesitation.

For veterans like Maren and Sawyer, the enemy positions were amateurishly predictable. Brooks‘ methods felt painfully textbook, simple enough to dismantle with ease.

“Damn it!” Brooks shouted, slamming his fist on the desk again in front of the monitors.

Three squads down and Maren hadn’t even suffered a scratch.

After two disasters in a row, Brooks felt a migraine creeping up behind his temples.

Only now could he fully grasp the fear Marcus, Scorpion, and even his brother must’ve felt in their final

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“We can’t keep fighting like this.”

At this rate, Maren would methodically dismantle his forces until none remained.

If sheer numbers didn’t guarantee victory, what chance would they have as their numbers dwindled?

Taking a deep breath, Brooks forced himself to think clearly.

Unfortunately for him, Maren didn’t intend to wait for his next move. By the time Brooks regained composure, she’d already shifted her position yet again.

She repeated the same maneuver, offering herself as bait..

Brooks felt anxiety gripping him now.

And it wasn’t just him–Team Six, hidden nearby, felt dread tightening their chests.

Was Maren really trying this again?

No one wanted to end up like their fallen comrades from the other teams.

“What’s our move?” asked a member from Team Six..

Brooks hesitated, then replied, “Don’t engage!”

Maren’s strategy was always the same. She would bait them into attacking, then strike when they were exposed.

As long as they held their ground, they’d be fine.

If everyone remained in place, sooner or later Maren would lose patience and make a mistake.

After all, Brooks‘ men surrounded her. They had food, ammo, and the advantage of numbers. Maren and

Sawyer would eventually weaken, trapped without resources.

In theory, Brooks only needed one team to bait Maren out and two others to close in and finish the job–there

was no way Sawyer could defend her from all sides at once.

But the problem was Maren seemed to know exactly where every single team was stationed. If he didn’t know

her reputation as a legendary assassin, he’d have sworn someone was feeding her intel.

Yet Maren wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Brooks had stopped engaging. Anyone foolish enough to

repeat the same mistake twice was asking for death.

She began changing positions rapidly.

The enemies, however, remained inactive.

“Does she really think I’d fall for such a cheap trick again?” Brooks mumbled angrily to himself.

But he knew a strategy didn’t need to be new if it worked every time.

While Maren kept repositioning, Sawyer also began shifting quietly in her shadow.