From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: A Fancy Bulding (Part 2)

Jett climbed out of the car and looked up at the tall building where the Billion Bloodline logo sat like a polished badge. The sunlight hit the letters and made them glare back, a bright signature that said more than any door ever could. He stayed on the pavement for a second, breathing the air as if testing the scene, then nodded to the others. One by one they stepped out of their vehicles, all dressed in black, all wearing the same kind of smiles that meant trouble rather than charm.

They carried things in their hands: bats, iron bars, bike chains, simple, blunt weapons chosen on purpose. There were no knives among them. That had always been the way Jett’s crew worked: force over finesse, the kind of brutality that left marks but didn’t whisper. It suited them. It announced itself without argument.

"I did some research into this place," Jett said, as if that explanation should be enough.

"That’s rare for you, boss... did you skip dinner yesterday as well?" one of the men shot back. The group laughed, the sound rolling over their boots and into the courtyard.

"Just looking into what might have happened," Jett replied, voice flat but steady. "Seems like this used to be a private security company."

That was a detail that mattered. Private security meant trained personnel, someone who knew how to take a fall and get up again, people who could move and hit and keep moving. It explained why the two who had failed before might have been beaten; it meant they could be facing decent fighters inside. Jett liked that. It promised a challenge.

"This isn’t just an attack on some random public person," he added. "That’s why I brought you guys. It’s been a while since you stretched your wings."

"And don’t worry," he said with a crooked grin, "go wild. I informed Vivian of what we were doing today, so an incident like last time won’t happen."

He had done his homework. Jett had looked into the new company that had taken over the Fortis Group. It was a venture capital firm, wealthy investors, strategic moves, and new leadership. That explained a lot. It explained why the two who’d attacked one of their members had been expedited, why the response had been so quick. It explained why this place might be worth testing.

Anton’s words about the red-haired kid hummed in Jett’s head like a reminder. The kid was a regular target, Anton said, nothing extraordinary. If they took the girl for money, the red-haired boy would follow. The company itself wouldn’t go so far just to help two of their staff members. That logic felt tidy, an expected line of cause and effect. But Jett wanted to make the point clear. He wanted to make sure they understood the stakes before they walked through that door.

"Come on, let’s head inside and teach this place a lesson," Jett said as he walked forward. The group formed behind him, an arrow of black bodies moving through the courtyard toward the reception. Their footsteps matched like a slow, deliberate drumbeat.

The courtyard’s countless cameras picked them up. Small red lights blinked along the walls and roofs, dutiful little eyes recording everything. Tim saw them on a monitor and felt his stomach drop. He recognized the posture, the weapons, the faces that belonged to men who didn’t come for small things. He acted fast.

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