From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Be Careful Max (Part 2)

Although Aron no longer shadowed Max every weekend the way he had back in school, he hadn’t stopped watching over him entirely. Things were different now, there were no more classrooms, no more excuses to hover nearby, but Aron had found other ways to keep track of him. Sometimes he sent Na to follow discreetly. Other times he came himself, making sure Max was never truly alone.

It just so happened that tonight was one of those times when both Aron and Na were out together. The two had seen Max leaving the Billion Bloodline building and had silently trailed his steps, following from the shadows. Every move he made was monitored, every turn of his head, every stop at the crossing.

They had their reasons. The danger hadn’t passed. Not when someone from the Stern family could still be plotting against Max’s life. That reality was burned into Aron’s mind. He had nearly failed once already, nearly allowed Max to be killed. He swore never to fail again. That was why he always ensured someone knew where Max was, no matter the time of day.

Of course, Max was aware of this. He had sensed Aron’s presence more than once, and he had guessed Na’s role as well. That was why he had tried to warn the attackers earlier, it was never going to be a fair fight for them.

Aron moved first. Swiftly, almost too fast for the eye to follow, his baton clashed against the metal pipe of one of the bikers. The crack of impact rang sharp through the street. The man’s arm jolted back violently, the sheer power of Aron’s strike making him stumble.

Aron didn’t let up. He stepped forward with ruthless precision, his baton snapping down against the knuckles of the man’s hand. Once. Twice. A third time. The repeated blows forced the man’s grip to loosen until, with a clatter, the pipe dropped to the ground.

Desperate, the attacker swung a bare fist in retaliation. But Aron had already moved inside his reach. He slid close, his body tilting just out of the fist’s path, and with a swift motion of the baton’s back end, he struck upward. The blow landed squarely beneath the man’s chin. His head snapped back, his eyes rolled, and his knees buckled as he collapsed to the pavement.

On the other side, Na was already finishing his fight. His fists struck like hammers, each blow precise and powerful. Two heavy punches landed clean against the second man’s stomach, driving the air from his lungs. He gagged, doubling over, before he shoved him aside. He too dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

In seconds, both men were down. The sound of their pipes rolling on the asphalt was the only thing left echoing in the silence.

Aron stood tall, twirling his baton once before letting it rest at his side. His sharp eyes studied the groaning attackers. "I thought someone might try something in broad daylight, but these two... they’re confusing."

Max tilted his head. "Confusing how?"

"He means they’re better than we thought and worse at the same time," Na answered flatly, his arms crossed as he stared at the man he had knocked down. "They’re not just ordinary thugs. They can fight, and they can take a beating. But if they were truly after you because of who you are, they would have done their homework. They would have known Aron was your guard. They would have realized this wouldn’t be enough to take him out."

His words left Max thoughtful. He ran through the possibilities in his mind. If these men didn’t even know about Aron, then who had sent them?

Two options stood out.

The first was the Stern family. Someone in his bloodline still wanted him dead. That was no secret.

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