From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Bite The Hand

The name Chalkline Boys might not have meant much to Aron. To him, it was just another name on a list, another gang he’d found during his digging.

But to Max, it meant everything.

It was one of the exact guesses he’d already had running through his mind.

’The Chalkline Boys... They’re the ones the Rejected Corps have been fighting. The organized group we heard about...’Max clenched his fist by his side, his jaw tight.

’So it really was them. Was it because of the war we started? Was it a personal grudge? Or maybe... it was because of the effect Wolf and I were having, maybe they saw me as an easier target. Maybe they were aiming for me and got Jay instead...’

A sickening swirl of guilt hit him. For a brief moment, Max wondered, what if he had been the one hit by the car instead?

He was smaller than Jay, and Jay had shoved him out of the way. But Max had the vow. His special ability improved his healing. He might have survived.

But Jay didn’t.

And now he was gone.

"What do you want me to do, Max?" Aron asked, his tone calm but cold. "I can lead a team personally. Uproot the Chalkline Boys completely. Hire whoever we need. Get rid of them before they ever get the chance to do something like this again."

Aron stepped forward, his voice dipped with restrained anger.

"And I’ll make sure to bring you the man’s head. On a platter."

Max didn’t doubt he meant it. Aron was deadly serious, and angry. But this wasn’t a job for someone else. Not this time.

"No," Max replied flatly. "If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. But this... this is something I need to do myself."

He turned away from them.

"If you could handle everything regarding Jay... that’s all I need from you right now. I just... I need to head to the bathroom."

Max walked off, choosing the restroom farthest from the reception area, where there’d be fewer people. He needed to breathe. To think. And to not fall apart.

Sure, Aron could’ve ended the Chalkline Boys with the amount of money and power Max now had access to. Especially with the state they were currently in, already weakened from their ongoing war. They were vulnerable.

But it would raise questions.

The Rejected Corps would notice. The other groups in Notting Hill City would notice. And this, this was personal now.

Max needed to handle it with his own hands.

Inside the bathroom, Max splashed cold water on his face. Again. And again. The sting helped him think straight.

’The Chalkline Boys are too big for me to take down alone... I could hit them area by area, dismantle their structure slowly... But if I go after them solo, ’

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. An incoming call.

It was from the Rejected Corps.

Max hesitated... but answered. His emotions were high, his mind clouded, but something inside urged him to hear what they had to say.

"This is Na from the Rejected Corps," the voice came through. "You might be wondering why I’m calling you at this time of night."

Max looked at the screen. 1:03 a.m. They had been at the hospital for hours. It was already tomorrow.

"That accident you heard about," Max said, his voice filled with rage. "It was the Chalkline Boys. It was meant for me. But one of my friends, Jay, he was hit instead. And now he’s dead!"

"Do not attack the Chalkline Boys on your own," Na said. "And no, we will not be providing you with a team."

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