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Charlotte is pure fire, primed and ready to burn some shit down.

CHAPTER 27

MOTLEY

Fuck me sideways, this woman is going to be the death of me. I can feel it in my bones, and I fucking welcome it. I'm a goddamn masochist for Charlotte Matthews, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Watching her gear up, seeing her transform from the elegant Omega in a gown to this warrior queen in tactical gear, it has my cock standing at attention, ready to salute. I'm a fucking goner.

I cross the room, the scent of whiskey and black pepper mingling with her honey and cinnamon, creating an intoxicating cocktail that has my head spinning. I pull her to me, my hands gripping her hips, and I claim her mouth like it's the last fucking kiss I'll ever have. She melts into me, hersoft curves pressing against my hard edges, and I'm in fucking heaven. This kiss is a promise, a vow that I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe. I need this moment, this fucking anchor, because once we step out of this penthouse, it's game on.

When she pulls away, there's a dazed look in her eyes, and fuck if that doesn't make me want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman. But there's a question lurking in those depths, a question I'm not sure I want to answer.

"You stay close," I growl, my voice a rough rumble. I wink, trying to soften the command, but I mean every fucking word. "Follow orders and don't try to be a hero."

"I can't make that promise," she says it so matter-of-factly, like she's not tearing my fucking heart out with her words.

A chorus of growls fills the room, mine the loudest. "Charlotte, so help me God. You better, because we are not losing you tonight." I run a hand through my afro, tugging at the roots in frustration. "I know we've been training you, and fuck, you shoot better than Trigger."

Trigger groans, flipping me off. "Fuck you, Motley."

I smirk, but my focus is back on Charlotte. "But we can't lose you."

Her gaze softens, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. Her touch is electric, sending jolts straight to my heart. "Nothing is promised, Motley. Not one fucking thing." Her voice is tender, but there's a steel underlying it that tells me she won't back down. "All I, all we can do, is hope for the best and hope we all make it out. With Brookes in tow."

It's not good enough. Not by a fucking long shot. But it's something. I nod, pressing a quick, hard kiss to her forehead before stepping back.

Teagan, ever the strategist, steps forward, a map spread out on the table behind him. "Alright, listen up." His voice is all business, and the room falls silent. "We've got intel that Brookes is being held here." He points to a spot on the map, a warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. "It's heavily guarded, but we've got the element of surprise."

I lean in, studying the map. "Entry points?"

Teagan points out several spots. "We'll split up. Deacon, you take the east entrance. I will take the west. Charlotte—" He pauses to look up at her. "You're with Motley. Joker's our eyes in the sky."

Charlotte nods, her expression focused. She's in mission mode, and fuck if that isn't sexy as hell.

"What about the roof?" she asks, her eyes scanning the map.

Teagan nods approvingly. "Covered. We've got a sniper team on standby."

I clap my hands together, a grin spreading across my face. "Alright, let's fuck shit up."

We gear up, checking our weapons and comms. Charlotte double-checks her Glocks, her movements precise and confident. She's a fucking natural, and I can't help but feel a swell of pride. Our girl is a fucking badass.

As we load into the SUV, I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. This is what I live for, the thrill of the mission, the rush of the fight. But this time, it's different. This time, it's personal. We're not just fighting for a cause or a paycheck. We're fighting for family. For Brookes. For Charlotte.

The drive is silent, the air thick with anticipation. I reach over, taking Charlotte's hand in mine. She looks at me, her eyes reflecting the city lights passing by. I squeeze her hand, a silent promise. We're in this together.

We park a few blocks away from the warehouse, slipping out of the SUV like shadows. Teagan takes the lead, his movements smooth and stealthy. Charlotte stays close, her eyes scanning our surroundings.I can see the determination in her eyes, the fierce protectiveness. I can only assume her thoughts are on Brookes and every Omega who's ever been taken, ever been hurt.

We reach the west entrance. Teagan and I take positions on either side of the door. Charlotte stands behind me, her back pressed against the cold brick wall. I can feel her heart racing, her breaths coming in quick, controlled bursts.

Teagan holds up three fingers, counting down. Three. Two. One.

We move in sync, breaching the door, weapons raised. The warehouse is dimly lit, filled with crates and shadows. We move silently, clearing each corner, each potential threat. Charlotte stays close, her Glocks raised, her eyes sharp.

Suddenly the silence is shattered by gunfire. It echoes through the warehouse, the sound deafening. I spin around, pulling Charlotte behind a crate, shielding her with my body. Teagan takes cover on the other side, his weapon raised.

"Joker, Deacon, report," Teagan growls into his comm.

"Snipers took out three hostiles outside making their way in," Joker's voice comes through, breathless but steady. "Deacon's covering the east exit."

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