Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 71

CHAPTER 071

JULIAN’S POV

We stepped outside, ready to start the journey, but the sight that greeted me made me stop in my tracks. Sitting out front, like some relic from a war museum, was an old military truck that looked like it had seen better decades–maybe even centuries.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, narrowing my eyes at the beast of a vehicle. My gaze shifted to Ronnie, hoping he’d tell me this was some kind of bad joke.

Ronnie, unfazed by my reaction, walked up to the truck with a certain pride in his step. He placed both hands on the hood, giving it a few affectionate pats like it was some prized possession.

“This bad boy has been with us since day one,” he said with a grin. “So yeah, we’re riding in it.”

I could hardly believe it. Sure, I wasn’t someone obsessed with flashy cars or luxury for the show, but even I had standards. This truck didn’t just cross the line–it obliterated it. One of the tires looked like it was hanging by a thread, the paint was chipped to hell, and I could practically hear the rust screaming.

“You do realize that’s a military truck, right?” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. “We’re not storming a battlefield. If we show up in that thing, we’re going to scare the guy half to death before we even get to the door. We’re supposed to be discreet.”

Ronnie glanced at the others, and for a moment, they all seemed to consider my point seriously. They gave each other a look that silently said: Yeah, maybe the boss is right about this one.

“We need something that blends in,” l’added, keeping my tone firm. “Why don’t we just

use one of mine?”

Without

, one of the guys nodded. “Alright, boss.”

Within minutes, they swapped the relic for something far more suitable–two black Cadillac Escalades. Now this was more like it. Clean, professional, understated yet powerful. We loaded up and hit the road.

To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much tension. This wasn’t supposed to be a high–stakes mission; it was just a quick job. In and out. No mess, no stress.

After a short drive, we arrived at the target location. But instead of parking right in front of the apartment, I had the drivers stop two houses down. No need to announce ourselves too early.

“Alright, listen up,” I said, stepping successfully unlocked and stretching my arms. “This has to be quick and clean. No dram,

id for the love of God, drop the

rifles. We’re not raiding a compound.”

They immediately followed my order. Without a word of complaint, they removed their

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rifles, placing them carefully back inside the vehicle. Then they popped open the trunk and each grabbed a stun gun instead. A much less aggressive approach–still effective, but not enough to make it look like we were waging war.

I watched them move with precision, like seasoned pros. Their eyes stayed sharp, scanning the surroundings with quiet vigilance as they advanced toward the apartment. I trailed behind them at a casual pace, hands in my pockets. Frankly, I didn‘ t see much need for me to carry a stun gun. I wasn’t expecting any real resistance.

We approached the apartment building, tension hanging just beneath the surface. The two guys took their positions at the door, their movements smooth and practiced. They shared a quick nod, confirming they were ready.

I stayed a few steps back, keeping my eyes on the street, just in case we had any. unexpected company. My mind briefly flicked to the target inside the apartment. He had no idea we were coming, and if we played this right, he’d never see it coming until it was too late.

The two guys raised their fists, ready to knock. Then one of them came with a lock pick and began picking the locks, the door to the opposite apartment opened up and an old lady was about to come out.

When she saw them her mouth dropped, her eyes wide with shock, but Ron took his index finger to his lip indicating for the woman not to make a sound.

heir tactical gear and probably thought they were cops, so she just went

slowly closed the door.

finally done with the lock and they opened the door and slowly went in, the ment smelled like smoke and was untidy, dresses and plates were everywhere in

the house.

How can someone leave like this? I thought to myself.

We could hear the shower running from inside the apartment, which meant the guy was still in there, probably thinking he was safe. I watched as the guys with me started giving each other silent hand signals, quick and sharp. They didn’t say a word, but they understood each other perfectly. I just stood back and let them do their thing.

“Don’t move,” Ron said firmly, pointing the stun gun straight at the guy’s chest.

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