large_Red Green Gift Time Facebook Ad (2).webp

medium_Red Green Gift Time Facebook Ad (2).webp

small_Red Green Gift Time Facebook Ad (2).webp

thumbnail_Red Green Gift Time Facebook Ad (2).webp

Red Green Gift Time Facebook Ad (2).webp

Novelo Rectangle

As the sound of the van’s tires screeched into the distance, Marjorie’s blood boiled. Woody Morris had not just crossed a line—he had put someone she cared about directly in harm’s way. Her heart raced as she looked around at the team, already gearing up for action. “We need to go after him, now,” Marjorie snapped, her voice sharp with urgency. She grabbed her jacket, heading toward the exit of the boathouse. Royce, his face tense but resolute, stepped in front of her. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with. Woody’s playing a dangerous game. If we rush in without a plan, we’re walking straight into a trap.” Mike added, “We need backup. We can’t just walk in there guns blazing—Woody’s got connections, and if he’s using Claire as leverage, he’s got the upper hand.” Benny, already scanning his phone, muttered, “I’ve got a bead on the van. It’s heading towards a warehouse district on the east side of the city. It’s isolated. If we move now, we can catch them before they disappear.” Marjorie’s eyes darkened with fury. “No more waiting. I’m not losing Claire.” Without another word, they piled into the van, the engine roaring to life as they sped toward the warehouse district. The team arrived at the warehouse district, a sprawling area filled with rusting shipping containers and abandoned buildings. Benny’s phone buzzed again. “They’re close. I’ve got their location,” Benny said, looking at the screen. “It’s an old warehouse on the edge of the district. We can block the entrance.” “Let’s move, fast,” Marjorie urged, adrenaline surging through her veins. They approached the warehouse cautiously, Royce leading the way with his gun drawn, signaling for the others to follow. They crept up to the back entrance, but as they neared the door, a sudden sound stopped them—gunfire. The air was thick with tension. Marjorie’s heart skipped a beat. “Claire…” They rushed toward the noise, only to find Claire on the ground outside the warehouse, blood staining her shirt. Woody stood near her, a smug expression on his face, but his eyes were calculating—he knew he had the advantage. “Marjorie, Marjorie, Marjorie…” Woody mocked, as he raised his hands in feigned surrender. “You’ve been busy. But you’re too late. She got caught in the crossfire. You think you can walk into my territory without consequences?” Marjorie’s voice was low, full of rage. “You’re going to pay for this, Woody.” But before she could react, Mike dashed forward. “We can’t stay here. She needs help now!” Royce and Benny flanked Marjorie, keeping an eye on Woody and his men, while Mike rushed to Claire’s side, kneeling to check her pulse. “She’s alive, but she’s losing a lot of blood,” Mike said, looking up at the others. “We need to get her to a hospital, now.” With Marjorie and Royce covering the perimeter, Benny helped Mike carefully lift Claire into the back of their van, rushing to get her medical attention before it was too late. The sirens of an ambulance echoed in the background as they rushed through the hospital doors. Marjorie’s heart was pounding in her chest—she couldn’t lose Claire. Not after everything. Mike and Benny carried Claire through the emergency room doors while Marjorie and Royce tried to keep a low profile, both of them feeling the weight of the situation. A nurse rushed to meet them. “What happened?” “She was shot,” Mike said quickly, his voice tight. “We need help—fast. She’s bleeding heavily.” The nurse nodded briskly, leading them to an operating room. The doors swung closed with a cold finality, and Marjorie was left standing in the sterile hallway, her hands clenched into fists. Royce moved beside her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “We’ll make sure she pulls through, Marjorie,” he said softly. Marjorie’s eyes were filled with determination, though her voice cracked. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought Woody would go this far.” Stacey joined them in the hallway, her face pale with worry. “What now? We can’t just leave this alone.” Marjorie looked up at her, her voice steadying. “We’re not backing down. We find Woody, and we make him regret what he’s done.” Royce nodded in agreement. “We’ve got his trail. We’ll finish this. For Claire.” They all turned as the doors to the operating room swung open. A doctor stepped out, his expression grave. “Is she going to be okay?” Marjorie asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain calm. The doctor took a deep breath, looking down at the clipboard in his hand. “She’s stable for now, but she lost a lot of blood. It’s going to be touch-and-go. We’re doing what we can, but she’s going to need a lot of care.” Marjorie’s heart sank. “I want to stay with her.” The doctor gave a slight nod. “She’ll need rest. You can wait, but I need to warn you—there’s a lot of risk involved with the injuries she sustained.” As the doctor walked away, Marjorie turned to the team, her voice resolute once more. “Woody made a mistake. We won’t stop until we take him down.” Royce would shake his head. "It's okay, Marjorie. You stay with Claire. We'll take care of everything else.&nbsp;

Try Premium

Try Premium

McLaughlin: Betrayal And Vengeance

mmswriter61

Self

Share

Want to continue reading?

Advertisement

About Author

Mark Salud

Advertisement

Reviews and Comments

This story has not been rated yet. Login to review this story.

Other stories by mmswriter61

Political Agenda

Shattered Ice

The College Tutor

Theodore Schultz

Colonel Cobra, Super Spy

My Music Journey

Browse