From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Get Out!

Before Chad even understood what was happening, his world flipped.

Vivian’s grip tightened on his shirt, her heel hooked under his legs, and then,

BAM!

His body slammed into the pit floor.

Air burst from his lungs as pain rushed up his spine. He lay there stunned, confused, unable to think for several seconds. His mind was a scrambled mess of fear and shock.

It all happened too fast.

One moment he was celebrating, lost in the euphoria of his winning streak, and the next, he was being hurled into the very arena he had spent the entire evening watching from a safe distance.

His heart hammered. The lights above the pit blurred as he blinked.

And then a memory stabbed through him.

A flashback. Being grabbed before. Being dragged. Being beaten. Moments he tried so hard to bury surged back like a tide crashing over him.

Only recently had he started regaining confidence, after everything with Max, after feeling useful again. Perhaps somewhere along the way, he gained too much confidence. Enough that he let his guard down.

Enough that he never saw this coming.

He forced himself onto shaky legs and stumbled backwards until he reached Wolf and Joe. Instinctively, he pressed himself between them, like a child hiding behind older brothers.

"What did you do?" Wolf demanded, eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean ’what did I do’?" Chad shouted back, voice cracking in panic. "That woman, she’s crazy! She just threw me down here out of nowhere!"

Wolf frowned. "Come on. You must’ve done something. Did you insult her, say something rude? Why would she throw you down here?"

Wolf wasn’t asking out of curiosity, he was worried. Deeply worried.

They were supposed to be done. They were supposed to be going home soon, their role finished.

But Chad being tossed into the pit with them?

That meant one thing:

Vivian had noticed. Maybe not the truth, but enough to suspect them.

Wolf’s stomach tightened.

"Look, I’m telling you I did nothing!" Chad insisted, rubbing his bruised back. "I was just celebrating the win. I bet everything, and we didn’t lose a single bet! We made a killing, it was a good job done!"

Wolf stared at him. Of course.

That was why she threw him in.

Whether or not she actually thought Chad was working with them didn’t matter anymore. In her mind, he was a problem, a loose end. And now she was shoving him into the same box as the two fighters who had just cost her so much money.

She didn’t want him up there. She wanted him down here, punished with them.

Wolf clenched his fists.

"What are you doing!" Wolf shouted upward at Vivian. "Are you really trying to make us fight your clients now too?!"

He projected his voice so the crowd would hear.

If he could turn the spectators’ opinions, even slightly, it might pressure Vivian.

He needed the public on their side.

If something happened to Chad, or to the so-called event winners, it would shatter trust in the Black Hounds’ events. Vivian couldn’t afford that... could she?

"Cheating?" Wolf shouted back. "We risked our lives in these fights! We didn’t use weapons, we didn’t use equipment, we fought with our fists! If he did something, take it out on him! Why are you punishing us?!"

Many of them knew there were shady things the Black Hounds did behind the scenes, subtle manipulations, quiet arrangements, but to see something this blatant?

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