A loud smack echoed through the thick jungle.
James slapped the back of Will’s helmet, hard. “I told you to shut up!”
A vein pulsed at James’s temple, his patience wearing thin. He knew this was the perfect moment to break out. Black Mamba probably thought they were already dead, which meant his guard would be down. If James doubled back now, he was almost certain he could finish the job.
But could he really leave a brother behind just to catch some kingpin? Trade Will’s life for a medal? No way. He couldn’t do that.
Without a second thought, James stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp, piercing whistle. The sound cut through the rainforest, impossible to ignore—a command, clear as day.
Within seconds, the scattered Dragonscale squad members emerged from the shadows, closing in fast. James didn’t waste a moment. He unstrapped his heavy gear and tossed it to the nearest teammate. Then he bent down, grabbed Will’s arm, and hoisted him up onto his back.
“All units, covering fire! We’re getting out, now!”
No one asked why. No one argued or worried about failing the mission. In Dragonscale, when James gave an order, that was it.
His teammates closed ranks around him, sprinting down the mountain as fast as they could. Will was jostled with every step, his consciousness slipping. Blood dripped steadily from his uniform, warm against the back of James’s neck.
“James…”
Will’s voice was barely there. So soft it could have been carried away by the wind.
“I’m so tired… I don’t think I can make it…”
“I don’t want to leave Abriella… We just got married… I never took her on a honeymoon…”


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO