He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

(DeLuca’s POV)

Daisy stood where I had placed her.

Still. Confused.

Her gaze moved between my men, the equipment, the wires being laid with precision across concrete and steel. She didn’t

understand what she was looking at yet, but she knew enough to know it wasn’t normal.

That was enough for her.

It wasn’t enough for me.

Her confusion was irrelevant. What mattered was the timing of events. Positioning.

And the man who would be driving straight into the trap I had built for him.

Behind us, my men settled into their stations: Hidden, armed and ready. The perimeter tightened in silence, every movement calculated, every angle covered.

Daisy shifted beside me.

“DeLuca. What are those bombs for? Please tell me.” She said but I didn’t look at her.

“What are you about to do?” she pressed, her voice sharper now. “Because I’m standing here, and I feel like I should know if I’m about to die.”

I exhaled slowly.

“You talk too much.”

There was a beat.

Then-

“Oh, really?” she snapped. “I talk too much? I’m standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by armed men planting explosives, and you expect me to just remain silent?”

I said nothing, and then she let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“Right. Of course. That makes sense.”

Her utterances lingered for a second longer, then fell away.

Good.

One of my men’s voices came loudly through the comm just then.

“They’re coming!”

Everything narrowed.

I lifted my gaze, focusing on the road ahead and Daisy followed my line of sight immediately.

“Who’s coming?”

I didn’t answer and, in the distance, headlights appeared.

Then more.

A convoy.

Black vehicles. Expensive. Controlled in their movement, spaced with intention. Not careless. Not exposed.

Roman Volkov didn’t move without structure and seeing something that resembled his, a faint shift settled in my chest.

Not anticipation.

Daisy leaned slightly forward beside me.

“…that’s a lot of cars,” she muttered.

They drew closer now and the lead vehicle slowed just slightly as it approached the turn.

Exactly where I wanted it.

Closer.

My fingers flexed once at my side.

Wait,

The vehicles rolled forward, unaware. Unquestioning, and then they crossed the mark.

The trigger was pressed, and then the world split open.

The first explosion tore through the ground beneath the lead vehicle, lifting it violently into the air. The blast followed instantly with a second, then a third- chain detonations ripping through the convoy in rapid succession.

Metal twisted.

Glass shattered.

The force of it slammed through the air like a physical blow, heat and pressure colliding outward as fire swallowed everything in its path.

One of the bikes flipped end over end, thrown like it weighed nothing. A second vehicle spun sideways before erupting, flames bursting through the windows in a violent bloom of orange and black.

The sound was deafening.

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