Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Standing Before the Wrong Victims

Bellero Boren’s venomous shriek shattered whatever fragile restraint remained in the claustrophobic alleyway. The sight of the fresh, vibrant mark resting boldly on Jannah’s pale collarbone acted like a spark thrown directly into a powder keg.

Before the echo of the old Mafia lord’s scream could even die down, a harsh movement erupted from the front lines of the gathered mob. An older woman with silver-streaked hair, her face lined with deep, permanent grooves of long-standing grief, surged forward from behind Mr. Dromote. She held a heavy, rusting iron cleaver in her trembling hand, her knuckles white as she pointed the blade at Dorrent’s face.

"Why are you here, Alpha Grefo?!" she screamed, her voice cracking into a breathless sob. "Look at this lane! Look at these houses! My eighteen-year-old boy was killed right on these cobblestones! He was just carrying groceries home for me, and your wild, bloodthirsty madness tore his chest apart! Why did you show your face here today?! Did you come back to laugh at our empty homes?!"

Before Dorrent could even part his lips to answer, a tall, gaunt man with a scarred arm shoved his way to the front, slamming a heavy wooden beam onto the dirt. "Answer us, you bastard!" the man roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "My younger brother’s body was found tossed in the drainage ditch during that black cycle of yours! You wiped out half of 3rd Street in three days! We suffered in silence while your family hid behind their high-district walls and threw pocket change at our feet to buy our silence! Why show up now?! Are you here to finish off the rest of us who survived your rampage?!"

"Give us answers!" a younger Beta man yelled, hurling a jagged piece of loose concrete that slammed brutally against the side of the car, shattering the side mirror into a shower of glass. "You think because you are an S-tier god you can just walk into our neighborhood with your expensive suits and strut around like you own the dirt our families bled on?! Why are you here?!"

"He brought the cursed girl with him!" a woman from the back row shrieked, pointing her finger accusingly at Jannah, who was still pinned against Dorrent’s side. "Look at her! Her own mother and father were slaughtered in those gutters, and now she stands there branded by the murderer! She sold her own blood to the tyrant!"

The crowd surged forward in unison, a wave of chaotic human rage closing in on the narrow space. The shouting turned into a deafening, chaotic roar that echoed off the rusted tin roofs and decaying brick walls. People were screaming, cursing, and brandishing makeshift weapons, their collective grief transformed into a violent, bloodthirsty demand for retribution.

Shadron, seeing the front line of the mob pressing dangerously close, immediately pulled out his phone and called for the Grefos security people.

Within few minutes, the roar of high-powered engines thundered from the main sector avenue. Four transports tore through the narrow alley entrances, their heavy tires grinding against the cobblestones as they forced the outer edges of the crowd back. Heavy doors slammed open, and dozens of heavily armed, body-armored Grefo security operatives spilled into the alleyway, forming an impenetrable physical perimeter around Dorrent, Jannah, Shalen and Shadron.

Right behind the lead vehicle, a sleek, bulletproof luxury cruiser came to a screeching halt.

The door opened, and Guron Grefo stepped out onto the grime-stained street, his tall, imposing frame radiating a cold, crushing authority that momentarily paralyzed the front ranks of the shouting mob. But before he could even take two steps, the rear passenger door slammed open with force, and Himelda Grefo marched out beside him.

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