Untouchable

"Go for the back door!"
"They'll be waiting!"
"Then cut their necks!"
"Right on." Maverick slowed once it was quiet, his ears and eyes highly attuned to his surroundings, the gun in one hand, and the axe in the other. He twisted around, axe swinging into a man's unprotected head, baring his teeth as a bullet grazed him and turned, facing the woman. He used his gun on her, suddenly realizing he had lured himself into a trap, eyeing the guns on him.
"Drop your weapons!" "On your knees!" They all shouted at him. Maverick's ears began to ring.
Fuck, not now. "I don't think you want that."
"Knees! Now!" One of the other officers shouted.
Testing your luck. "Alright, alright," he huffed, getting on his knees. He listened to them walk closer, watching one kick his axe away. He curled his nose. I'm not going quietly.

[This book contains graphic depictions of violence, murders, drug dealing, trafficking, and smuggling, as well as other adult content. Contains scenes of nudity, harsh and sexual language, and rough topics.]
[This book takes center stage in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Bordeaux, France.]