Chapter 6 - THE AMBUSH
The transfer was supposed to be quiet. A rainy dockyard, two duffel bags, and a handshake. But the moment Harper stepped out of Roman’s armored SUV, the shipping containers erupted in a hail of automatic gunfire. Roman’s men fell first. Without thinking, Harper dove behind a rusted barrel, pulling the cold steel of a borrowed Glock from her coat. Roman was pinned down three yards away, his shoulder blooming red. For a second, their eyes met across the rain-slicked asphalt. There was no mockery left, only the raw, bleeding edge of survival. Harper didn't run. She laid down covering fire, her hands steady as she dragged the city's most feared man into the safety of the armored vehicle.
