He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 308

He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly

Chapter 308

guns stayed raised, aimed, ready.

DeLuca didn’t flinch. Of course he didn’t. He had somehow made “several guns pointed at my kneecaps” look like a minor scheduling inconvenience.

“You were right,” he said, ‘when you said I was alone.”

Confusion rippled through the men around him. Volkov’s expression stayed unreadable, waiting.

You w

eLuca continued, to think that meant you’d win.”

immediately, sharp and mocking, one of the guards muttering something about the nonsense pouring out of his mouth. The sound through the ranks of men surrounding him, careless and confident, like the punchline of a joke everyone had already decided was funny

Laugh.

that immediately, because everything about him not laughing felt worse than the actual laughter did. He watched DeLuca with something else

stillness, calculation, the faint beginning of doubt he clearly wasn’t used to feeling, and definitely wasn’t used to feeling in front of an audience.

at’s that?” someone said, cutting through the laughter.

The sound died down slowly, replaced by a different kind of quiet, everyone straining to catch whatever had interrupted their amusement.

I heard it a second later. Engines. Distant, but growing, multiplying by the second, like the whole night had decided one crisis simply wasn’t enough content.

Then gunfire.

Not close. Not yet. But unmistakable, cracking through the night air from somewhere beyond the walls, and the confidence that had blanketed the courtyard moments earlier evaporated instantly, replaced by something considerably more alert.

Explosions followed, flashes of orange lighting the horizon in the distance, and the sound of vehicles grew louder, closer, until headlights swept across the open ground and cars began skidding to stops in formation.

Men poured out of them.

Volkov’s forces scrambled into position, guns raised toward the new arrivals, shouting orders/down into the deeper reaches of the base, calling for reinforcements. The gunfire in the distance hadn’t stopped. If anything, it intensified, the fight clearly still raging somewhere near the outer perimeter, which meant this – this exact courtyard, this exact standoff – wasn’t even the whole war It was just the part I happened to be standing in.

I searched the new arrivals, and my stomach dropped when I found a face I recognized.

Nico.

DeLuca’s m

hia fuce

the

rst have built it luring Nico here, letting him believe he held the advantage, letting him walk

in cleanly. Classic DeLuca. Three moves ahead, even while standing in the exact middle of

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OIGO

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Chapter 308

Then, underneath the chaos, another sound reached me. Faint at first, then unmistakable.

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