NERO: Alliance Series Book One
NERO: Chapter 79

My tires screech as they touch down on the pavement. And I fight the controls, coming in faster and steeper than usual.

But I’m in a fucking hurry.

Rocco braces his hands on the instrument panel as we’re jerked against our seat belts.

As promised, there are no cars in sight. Not on the road ahead of me. Not visible in the long driveways as we skid past them.

The street is empty.

Quiet.

Waiting.

I’m unbuckling before the plane comes to a stop. And a wicked grin pulls across my lips when I see I got it perfect, parked right in front of Mikhail’s driveway.

“Want me to get it turned around?” Rocco asks.

The stretch of road ahead of us curves, there’s no way I can take back off aiming this way.

I shake my head. “We’ll leave it. A little gift for Tye to deal with.”

Striding to the exit, we’re both ready.

During the flight, we geared up. Bulletproof vests, mine over my usual all-black with my suit jacket discarded along the way, one Glock on my left hip, one in my hand, and extra magazines in every pocket.

Rocco pulls the lever to lower the steps from the side of the plane, facing away from the target.

And as I climb down, movement blurs the tree line ahead of me, as dozens and dozens of men––dressed head to toe in black, armed to the fucking teeth––walk through the yards, toward me.

This. This is my element.

I wait in the center of the street while my men fill in around me.

“No one touches her.” I project my voice, reaching everyone’s ears. “Everyone else dies.”

All heads nod.

Then another form, a man a little taller than the rest, strolls down the street toward us.

Sixty automatic weapons turn to aim at him.

King ignores the guns pointed at his chest, lifting his chin in my direction.

My men, glance at me, some with brows raised, obviously wondering what the fuck this Wall Street douchebag is doing here.

My nerves settle a little more. “Didn’t expect a personal visit on this one.”

King grins. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Then he hoists a heavy metal tube onto his shoulder. “And you forgot your key.”

Without missing a beat, he turns, aims the surface-to-air launcher at the reinforced gate blocking Mikhail’s driveway, and sets the missile free.