Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: You Are Not Going to Survive the Replay

The reinforced glass doors of the medical facility slid open with a whisper-quiet mechanical hiss, allowing Bellero Boren to step directly into the sanitized corridor.

He didn’t sneak through the shadows, nor did he use the violent tactics of his underworld syndicate. Instead, the Mafia boss walked down the brightly lit hallway with a calm, leisurely stride, his posture relaxed and an easy, deceptive smile resting on his sharp features, looking exactly like a warm, old gentleman going to visit a dear, long-time friend. He easily bypassed the nurses’ stations and the automated security matrices, his eyes tracking the room numbers until he reached the private, high-security suite where Duro was being kept under the Grefo family’s financial protection.

Bellero pushed the door open smoothly, stepping into the quiet room.

Duro was sitting near the large window, staring blankly out at the manicured gardens of the facility. The moment the old man heard footsteps, he slowly turned his head. Bellero didn’t hesitate; he closed the distance between them with a predatory grace, extending his broad arms as he leaned down, looking as though he was about to warmly hug Duro in a grand display of affection.

Duro instinctively recoiled, his entire frame tensing as he pressed himself back against the cushions of his chair. He looked straight into Bellero’s cold, golden eyes and asked in a flat, raspy whisper, "Who are you? Get away from me."

Bellero slowly pulled his arms back, though he didn’t step away. He stood towering over the seated old man, a dark, cynical smirk twisting his lips as he adjusted the cuffs of his expensive silk suit. "It’s completely okay, Duro," Bellero murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that instantly shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the room. "You might as well continue to pretend not to know me. You can play your little memory games all you want. But there is something incredibly important that you absolutely need to know right now... and it is about Jannah."

The exact moment the name of his grandchild left Bellero’s lips, Duro’s entire demeanor violently fractured. The artificial emptiness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, intense spike of raw panic and protective fury. He gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned stark white, his breathing turning ragged as he glared up at the Mafia boss. "What... what have you done to her?!" Duro reacted fiercely, his voice cracking with emotion. "What have you done to my Jannah?!"

Bellero let out a short, mocking chuckle, leaning his hip against the edge of the medical bed as he took in the old man’s explosive reaction. "Well, look at that. At least you aren’t pretending to lose the identity of your precious grandchild, Duro. That is very good. At least we can establish that much ground truth."

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