The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 47

The docks were shrouded in fog and silence, the faint sound of waves lapping against the piers masking the quiet preparations happening in the shadows. Cargo crates were stacked in tall rows, creating a maze of steel and wood, perfect for ambush points and concealed movements. Hidden among the shadows were Marco’s men—gunmen positioned strategically on the rooftops, behind machinery, and inside shipping containers.

Carmen stood at the far edge of the loading area, her coat pulled tightly around her against the bite of the early morning chill. Luca stood beside her, his sharp eyes scanning the fog-covered expanse. “They’ll be here soon.”

Carmen nodded, her expression unreadable, though tension rippled through every muscle in her body. “They think this place is empty.”

“They won’t think that for long,” Luca muttered, cocking his gun.

A soft buzz came from Carmen’s earpiece, Marco’s low voice crackling over the line. “Positions confirmed. Everyone stays quiet until my signal.”

“Understood,” Carmen replied, pressing a finger to the device. She turned to Luca, her voice steady. “Make sure our men know. No one moves until the trap is set.”

Luca nodded and slipped back into the shadows, leaving Carmen alone as she steadied her breath. Across the yard, Marco was somewhere in position, waiting. The two of them were separated by only distance now, their plans united, their focus singular: end Arianna’s games tonight.

Moments later, headlights cut through the fog—low, predatory beams that signaled the arrival of Arianna’s forces. Carmen moved quickly, ducking behind a stack of crates as black SUVs rolled onto the dock, their engines rumbling like growling beasts. Doors opened in unison, and men poured out—armed and confident.

At the center of it all, Emilio Bianchi stepped from the lead vehicle, his imposing figure unmistakable even from afar. Behind him, Arianna appeared, her sharp heels clicking against the concrete as she strode confidently toward the center of the shipping yard. She looked every bit the queen orchestrating a victory she already believed was hers.

“Spread out,” Emilio barked, his voice booming as his men fanned out across the area. “Find the crates and clear the yard. Move!”

Carmen pressed her back against the crate, her pulse quickening as the sound of boots thudded across the ground. Through her earpiece, Marco’s voice came through, steady and cold. “Wait… wait…”

She could see Emilio’s men moving closer now, oblivious to the trap tightening around them. Arianna remained at the center, arms folded as she surveyed the scene with a small, satisfied smile.

Then Marco’s voice came over the line. “Now.”

A single gunshot rang out, sharp and loud, breaking the silence like a thunderclap. The first of Emilio’s men dropped before they even realized what had happened. Gunfire erupted from the rooftops, from behind machinery, and from the shadows where Marco’s men had lain in wait.

The ambush had begun.

Chaos erupted as Emilio’s mercenaries scrambled for cover, shouting orders as bullets tore through the air. Carmen stepped out from her position, pulling her handgun and firing clean shots at two men who tried to move toward the trucks. She ducked quickly behind another crate as gunfire peppered the area where she’d stood just seconds before.

Through the chaos, she could see Marco across the yard, emerging from the shadows with his men flanking him. His gun was in his hand, his movements precise as he cut through the mercenaries in his path. For the first time in weeks, Carmen saw him as he once was—focused, commanding, relentless.

The Venetti forces pushed hard, pinning Emilio’s men down as they struggled to regroup. Arianna, still standing near the center, looked furious, her confidence slipping as she shouted at Emilio to rally his forces.

“They’re everywhere!” one of Emilio’s men yelled, ducking behind a truck as gunfire rattled against the steel.

“Hold the line!” Emilio roared, his own weapon blazing as he fired toward the rooftops.

Carmen moved quickly, weaving through the chaos and shouting orders to the men closest to her. “Push them back! Don’t let them regroup!”