Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced To The Billionaire: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

There’s a moment, just before we step out of the bar, where I wonder if we’ve finally crossed a line we can’t come back from. Not because of anything. But because this time, we didn’t hesitate. Levi walks ahead, shoulders squared, hands in his pockets, and Owen follows at a leisurely pace like we didn’t just agree to murder a man for favors. I exhale, flexing my fingers. No second thoughts. No looking back. We made the deal. Now we see it through. Outside, the cold night air presses against my skin, heavy with the smell of damp pavement and pine. The streets are quiet, the town barely awake, and for a second, it almost feels like the world is holding its breath. Waiting. Levi doesn’t stop walking. “Where’s Briggs?” Owen pulls a cigarette from his pocket, tucking it between his lips. “Got a place just outside town. Runs his shit out of an old motel—Red Pines Lodge. Seedy little joint, but it works for him.” Levi doesn’t react, but I catch the way his fingers twitch

Jonah Carver sits in the back of the car, arms zip-tied behind him, blood trickling from his split lip. He hasn’t said a word since we took him. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Levi drives, eyes locked on the road, his expression unreadable. Owen sits in the backseat beside Carver, twirling his knife like he’s bored, but I know better. He’s testing him. Pushing him. Waiting for him to break. I cross my arms. "So what do we do with him?" Levi exhales, his grip tightening on the wheel. "We figure out how much he knows." Carver finally speaks, his voice rough. "You’re making a mistake." I tilt my head. "And you’re stating the obvious." Carver smirks, blood staining his teeth. "You think killing me is gonna solve your problems?" He chuckles darkly. "You have no idea what’s coming." Owen hums, tapping the flat of his knife against his knee. "See, that’s the problem with guys like you. Always so cryptic. Why don’t you just say it?" Carver’s smir

I thought Matteo Rosetti wanted us dead. Turns out, he wants something worse. He wants us working for him. Levi and I stand in the dimly lit warehouse, the red sniper dot still hovering over his chest, guards flanking Matteo, Carver standing off to the side looking smug as hell. Everything about this screams trap. And yet— I can’t ignore the way Matteo watches us. Like he knows we’ll say yes. Like he thinks we don’t have a choice. And maybe we don’t. Matteo steps forward, adjusting the cuffs of his suit, completely at ease, like we aren’t seconds away from putting bullets in each other. "Here’s how this is going to work," he says smoothly. "You two are going to stop running. You’re going to stop playing rebels without a cause. And you’re going to listen." Levi doesn’t move. I barely breathe. Matteo exhales, like this is so tedious for him. "The war between the families is inevitable. You know it. I know it. And when it starts?" He tilts his head. "I want yo

Levi aims and shoots. The gunshot shatters the tension, ripping through the humid air like a blade. One of Matteo’s men drops instantly, a grunt escaping his lips before he collapses onto the floor. Then? Chaos. Levi moves before the next shot rings out, grabbing my arm and yanking me behind an overturned table. Owen ducks behind the bar, cursing under his breath as bullets slam into the walls. Jules? She just won't stop laughing. I glare at her. It's becoming very annoying. "You think this is funny?" She shrugs, unbothered, as she pulls a second gun from her waistband. "Matteo really thought he could take all of us out in one go?" She spins the gun in her palm. "Dumbass." Levi reloads beside me, jaw tight. "Less talking. More shooting." Fine by me. I pop out from cover, firing three quick shots, hitting one, forcing the others to scramble. Owen takes another one down from behind the bar, and Levi, as always, is methodical. Precise. Deadly. And just like th

Matteo thinks he has control. That’s his first mistake. His second? Underestimating us. Jules told us about his hideout, a discreet money-laundering operation disguised as a high-end club in the middle of the city. Not his main base, but a crucial asset. And tonight, we’re taking it from him. We sit in the stolen car a few blocks from the club, windows fogged, the air thick with tension. Levi maps out the layout one last time, tracing lines on a torn napkin. “Security at the front entrance. Two guards inside the VIP lounge. One in the back office with the cash.” I tap my gun against my thigh. “And Matteo?” Levi exhales. “Not confirmed, but if he is here, he won’t be alone.” Owen grins, checking the magazine on his pistol. “Sounds like a fun night.” Jules raises an eyebrow. “You really need therapy.” Owen smirks. “Probably.” I shake my head, adjusting my jacket. “Let’s keep this simple. Get in. Get control. Send a message.” Levi meets my gaze. “No survivors?