From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Find Out The Truth

Now that everyone had left the room and there was only Anton and Max, wild thoughts started racing through Anton’s head. What exactly was Max going to do with him? Why had everything come to this?

Even now, Anton was still on his knees. He hadn’t yet gotten up from when Max had hit him in the stomach. His breathing was uneven, shallow. The metallic air of the container was hot, stale, and pressed down on him like a weight. His palms were trembling, and the dull ache in his ribs pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat.

When he started to think about it, didn’t his string of bad luck begin at that damned event with Sheri? That was when he had first met the redhead. Everything had gone wrong since then. His father’s expectations, his position in the family business, even his pride, each piece of his life had started to fall apart one by one.

This man in front of me right now, Anton thought, he was the one who cursed me. Everything went wrong because of him.

At first, the thoughts were just internal whispers, but then they slipped out into words. His voice was low at first, shaky, then cracked and louder.

"Why..." he muttered. "After that, all I wanted to do was get help from the Bloodline Group. It was a simple job my dad asked me to do, but everyone kept making it difficult! That damned guard, then Sheri, and you as well! Why are you here? Why are you here to ruin my life!" Anton screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice bouncing off the metal walls.

Max didn’t flinch. His shadow stretched over Anton, calm and steady even against the chaos of Anton’s words. Then he reached down, grabbing Anton by the collar and lifting him slightly. Max’s eyes were sharp, filled with something colder than anger, something closer to disappointment.

He held Anton up just long enough before swinging his hand and slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the container.

"You know," Max said slowly, his tone hard, "the more time I spend in this world, the more I realize there are a lot of arseholes like you. People who blame everyone else for their downfall rather than looking at themselves."

"What do you mean!" Anton shouted back. Even after being struck, he didn’t stop. In the desperate situation he was in, there was nothing left to lose, so he let his frustration pour out in angry, messy words.

"If only my request back then had been accepted, to see the Bloodline Group, none of this would’ve happened! Everyone wouldn’t have gotten involved in this! Look what’s happening now!" Anton shouted, his voice cracking as his emotions spiraled.

"I don’t know how you got in here, but they must’ve just let you in because they don’t care about my requests! They’re going to take us all out, including Sheri, after they get what they want! You think I have control over these people just because I sold them a few cars?"

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