Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Her Womb Belongs to the Enemy

"Now that the girl has already been marked by the Grefo beast," Bellero delivered coldly, his voice entirely devoid of warmth as he took a slow sip, "the next natural step in their biological alignment is her getting pregnant. And since you failed to claim her... since your soft, weak methods proved completely useless... the only option remaining on the board is killing her."

Damian’s head snapped up, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "There is absolutely no need to kill an innocent girl, Bellero!" Damian hissed, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of rage and disgust. "Look at what just happened back there! The doors are rapidly closing in on us! It won’t take long before Dorrent comes looking for blood and answers after the spectacle Enock just created in the middle of the street!"

Bellero let out a mocking scoff, setting his glass down with a heavy click. "You are a complete fool, Damian," the old Mafia God sneered, his wrinkled features twisting into an ugly mask of condescension. "A foolish boy who stands by and watches the woman he was supposed to marry get owned and branded by someone else! Do you think I am going to sit back and watch Jannah give those arrogance-filled Grefos Enigma children? Never! She would rather die... she would rather end up six feet under, exactly like her pathetic mother, Frost!"

Bellero leaned forward, his eyes burning with a psychopathic finality. "I will stop at absolutely nothing until I see that girl dead, Damian. She is of no use to us anymore. Her womb belongs to the enemy, so her life is officially forfeited."

Damian let out a bitter, cold laugh that sounded entirely hollow, leaning back against the leather headrest as he glared at his father. "With your barbaric, outdated ways of handling things, Bellero... that is precisely why you never won this war from the very start. You lost Frost, and now you’re losing everything else. Look at yourself! Even the mechanic you hired to do your dirty work just exposed you in broad daylight! The reign of the great Mafia God is finally coming to an end, and you are too blind to see it."

Bellero’s jaw locked tight, a sharp vein pulsing against his temple. "Nothing is coming to an end, you ungrateful brat!" Bellero barked, his voice dropping into a terrifying register. "Nothing... except the Nenth bloodline! With the death of Jannah, the entire Enigma story will be wiped clean from the ledger. And as for Enock..." A chilling, monstrous smirk cut across Bellero’s lips. "...he just has to have his brain permanently destroyed with a concentrated dose of neural chemicals in that facility. By tomorrow morning, he will never say a single sentence that makes sense to anyone in this city."

Damian’s chest heaved. The unadulterated evil radiating from the old man made his stomach turn in revulsion. He slammed his hand against the glass partition.

"Stop the car!" Damian commanded the chauffeur sharply. "Stop the car right now! I am alighting!"

"You are not going anywhere!" Bellero roared, his hand shooting out to grip Damian’s wrist with surprising, iron strength, pinning him to the seat. "You are staying right here with me in this! You are a Boren, and you will sit through the execution of this strategy whether you like it or not!"

"I am not ready to be involved with a killer!" Damian yelled back, violently wrenching his wrist out of his father’s grip. "I am a physician! I take lives back from death, I don’t orchestrate executions!"

"You already ARE involved!" Bellero countered, leaning into Damian’s face, his eyes wide and unblinking. "My blood runs through your veins, boy! Every single luxury you enjoy, every free clinic you run, was paid for by the rivers of blood I spilled! You have no choice but to sit still beside your father!"

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