Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: I Wanted to Tear His Life Apart

The doors of the Boren estate’s private training pavilion rattled with the continuous, rhythmic thunder of gunfire. Damian didn’t even wait for the automated biometric scanners to completely clear his security clearance; he shoved the reinforced glass panels open, his white lab coat billowing around his legs as he stormed into the indoor shooting range.

At the far end of the firing line stood Bellero Boren. The notorious underworld dictator stood with his boots planted firmly on the concrete floor, his stark white hair gleaming under the harsh fluorescent spotlights. He was wearing sound-canceling ear blockers, his wrinkled features locked into a mask of execution as he raised a firearm.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The weapon kicked in his hands, sending three armor-piercing rounds tearing through the chest cavity of a ballistic gel silhouette fifty yards down the range.

"Father! Stop firing and look at me right now!" Damian shouted, his voice completely drowned out by the thunderous echoes of the machinery. He took three aggressive strides forward, his eyes flashing with an equal Alpha heat as he bypassed the personal bodyguards standing at the perimeter. "We have a catastrophic medical emergency! Turn the weapon down!"

Bellero ignored him. He didn’t even turn his head, his focus remaining rigidly anchored on the smoking barrel of his gun as he slammed a fresh magazine into the chamber, preparing to pull the trigger once more. To him, his son’s shouting was nothing but a distant vibration through his ear blockers.

Unable to handle the agonizing delay while Jannah’s internal metrics were actively collapsing in the hospital, Damian lost his sanity. He lunged forward, his hands shooting out to rip the padded ear blockers completely off his father’s head, throwing the plastic gear onto the concrete floorboards.

"I told you to snap out of it and listen to me this exact second!" Damian roared, face-to-face with the Mafia boss, his chest heaving with desperation.

Bellero’s hand froze on the grip of his firearm, his head slowly turning around as a terrifyingly dark stillness settled over his massive shoulders. His eyes narrowed into lethal, burning slits, a growl vibrating in his chest from the audacity of his son’s physical interruption. "You have exactly three seconds to explain why you are disrupting my target practice, Damian," Bellero whispered, his voice dropping. "Before I forget that my own blood flows through your veins."

"Do you know that the bullet your ’elite’ hitmen put into Jannah Nenth’s body was coated in a slow-acting synthetic poison?!" Damian fired right back, his voice cracking with raw emotion as he planted his shoes firmly on the floor. "She is currently hooked up to life-support monitors at the Upper District Hospital, shivering and shaking on the verge of absolute system failure! Her tissue is actively undergoing a rapid cellular degradation because of your reckless violence!"

Bellero’s frame went rigid. His sharp features twisted into a look of genuine shock, his grip on the firearm loosening slightly as he processed the information. "What... what the hell did you just say?" the old Mafia boss rasped, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Stop pretending you have no idea about the poisoning, Father!" Damian hissed through his teeth, his fists clenching. "Your enforcers deployed those bullets on that lower road! You need to drop this pathetic act and provide the chemical antidote code this very moment if you actually want your future daughter-in-law to survive the night! If she dies, your precious chance at securing our lineage’s future dies along with her!"

"Shut your naive mouth, Damian!" Bellero roared suddenly, his voice a deafening, demonic boom that rattled the glass partitions of the shooting range. He slammed the firearm down onto the prep counter, shattering a plastic cleaning tray into splinters. "I have absolutely no idea what kind of chemical agent you are screaming about! I run an empire of blood and iron, yes, but I explicitly ordered a clean execution for that bastard Dorrent Grefo! I didn’t know the bullet was poisoned!"

Bellero took a stride forward, his underworld aura expanding violently until it completely suffocated the oxygen in the pavilion. His wrinkled face was swamped with a sudden, murderous fury that made his bodyguards instinctively step back into the shadows. "If what said is true... then those pathetic, blind fools downstairs have hidden a rogue variable from my desk. You should probably talk to the men who actually shot the bullet before it’s too late for her system."

The old man’s golden eyes completely swamped with fire as he turned toward his next-in-command, Jared, who was waiting near the security terminal. "Jared! Get the keys to the lower cells right now! I am going to skin those three bastards alive this instant if they aren’t willing to talk and confess to this treason! If they make this mistake my last chance at having my family produce an Enigma... they will die a thousand times before their hearts stop beating!"

Without waiting for his son, Bellero marched out of the training pavilion, his boots pounding against the stone floorboards as he headed straight toward the elevator bay leading to the sub-levels of the estate. Damian followed right behind him.

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