Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Jannah Doesn’t Know a Single Damn Thing

Tobby coughed up a thick spray of blood, his chest heaving as the iron chains rattled against the concrete ceiling. "The... the antidote vial is in my locker," he wheezed, his glazed eyes flickering toward the corner of the damp basement chamber. "Inside the lower sector armory... locker number forty-two. It’s a sealed blue ampoule."

Bellero didn’t say another word. He gave a sharp nod to Jared, who instantly took a squad of enforcers and sprinted out of the cells to retrieve the chemical code. Within ten minutes, Jared returned, holding a small, metallic case. He popped the electronic seal, revealing a glowing blue liquid locked inside a thick glass syringe.

"We got it, Boss," Jared grunted, handing the case over.

Damian immediately reached out and snatched the metallic case, his heart hammering against his ribs as his medical mind calculated the remaining time Jannah had left. "Give it to me. I need to take this antidote to the Upper District Hospital right now. Dorrent is waiting, and Jannah’s system is collapsing."

"Hold your feet right there, you foolish boy!" Bellero roared suddenly, his arm shooting forward like an iron bar to block Damian from reaching the elevator bay. He snatched the metallic case right out of his son’s hands, his eyes flaring with a dangerous heat. "Look at you, running around like a headless chicken for a girl who is currently locked inside your rival’s fortress! You are being a complete fool, Damian! You want to just hand over the only key to her survival to Dorrent Grefo for free?"

Damian’s jaw clenched with an intense, long-standing resentment. "This is a human life, Father! Jannah is dying because of our family’s rogue hitman! If we delay any longer, her internal organs will completely shut down!"

"This is not a hospital, Damian, this is a war for the future of our bloodline!" Bellero hissed, his face hardening into a cynical mask as he gripped the case tightly. "We are going to use this exact antidote as the ultimate leverage to force Jannah back to your side. If you want to secure your future wife, you do not act like the pathetic weakling you are becoming. Pull your phone out and call Dorrent Grefo this exact second."

Damian hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he stood in the freezing, damp cellar. He hated his father’s brutal, underhanded methods, but he knew the old Mafia dictator held absolute control over the cure. Left with no other choice, Damian pulled out his smartphone and dialed the unlisted number Dorrent had forced into his device an hour ago.

The call didn’t even ring twice before it slammed open.

"Boren!" Dorrent’s deep voice roared through the speaker, vibrating with a predatory fury that echoed against the concrete walls. "Do you have the the antidote or not?!"

Before Damian could answer, Bellero brutally snatched the phone from his son’s grip. He held the device close to his wrinkled lips, a dark, wicked smirk curling his features.

"Listen to me perfectly clear, Alpha Grefo," Bellero barked, his voice dropping into a flat, terrifying purr that carried the weight of an absolute king. "This is Bellero Boren. If you want that beautiful little physician to keep on breathing past tomorrow morning, you are going to visit my estate alone. The faster your boots hit my pavement, the better her chances are. Do not make me wait."

"You old, piece-of-trash bastard—"

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