All Chapters of The Billionaire's Pawn : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The EscapeNaomi's POVThe room was cold and wet. The rope, which was wrapped too tightly to permit even the slightest movement, dug into my skin, causing my wrists to hurt. My body hurt from where I’d been shoved into the chair hours ago. Time blurred in this hazy darkness. I forced myself to breathe. I couldn't bear to panic right now. The only thing keeping me grounded was the thought of Roman. He’d come for me—I knew it. But when? Through the walls, I could hear the faint buzz of voices. I tried to listen, paying attention to the word's cadence despite my inability to make them out. All of my instincts begged me to pay attention and to follow any lead that might get me out of here. The sound of footsteps approached, heavy and deliberate. My heart raced. I didn't recognize the man who stepped through the creaking door. I forced myself not to scowl at him as his beady eyes passed over me with apathy. The man grunted to the guard by the entrance, "Elijah said no harm for no

Elijah’s Last StandRoman's POVI remained still as soon as the call ended, gripping the phone as if it were the only thing keeping me in check. Elijah was gone. A man like him didn’t just disappear—not without a plan, not without leaving leads to follow. The room was stuffy. My mind raced with the implications of Marcus's words, but one thought emerged from the midst of all the chaos: He's not running. He's working on something.“Elijah,”I muttered, his name tainted with venom. My reflection in the glass window stared back, unyielding and cold. The man in that reflection was prepared for a fight. I turned on my heel and walked out of the office, my resolve burning in my chest. It must let Naomi know about Elijah's latest development.*******The living room was dark, and the soft hum of the heater filled the stillness. Naomi lay peacefully on the couch with a blanket draped across her lap. She gave me a look as soon as I entered. "Roman," she said softly, in a cautious tone. "W

New Threat Roman's POV It was an anxious drive to the station. With her fingers grasping the edge of her seat, Naomi sat next to me. The flickering streetlights outside illuminated the mixture of determination and dread in her eyes. "What do you think it is?" she finally asked, breaking the heavy silence. I gripped the wheel tighter and muttered, "It's not good if it's enough to pull us back here." She glanced at me. "We just took Elijah down. What could possibly be worse than him?" I didn’t answer. I didn’t have one. Chief Donovan was waiting for us in the lobby when we got to the precinct. His lips were squeezed into a tiny line, and his face was pallid. This was bad, whatever it was. "Chief," I called, stepping forward. "What's going on?" He gestured for us to follow him, moving quickly. "It’s easier if I show you.” We walked through the maze of desks and buzzing conversations until we reached the briefing room. A big, menacing stack of paperwork sat on

Camille’s OfferRoman's POVAs soon as I entered the state prison's visiting room, I was struck by the musty smell of disinfectant. The steel chairs that were fastened to the floor had an unsettling shine from the weak flickering fluorescent lights. The orange jumpsuit Camille was wearing didn't fit the sneer that curved her scarlet lips as she sat on the other side of the thick glass. I detested how calm she still appeared, as if she had never betrayed me, tried to destroy Naomi, or burned every bridge she had ever crossed. “You’ve looked better,” I said, settling into the frigid chair and grabbing the phone mounted on the wall. She shot back, her voice as silky and caustic as I remembered, "And you looked otherwise." Her piercing blue eyes were intense as she drew closer. " “But we’re not here to trade insults, are we, Roman?” “Depends. Why did you asked for a meeting?” She smiled, leaning back with the air of someone who thought she was holding all the cards. “Because yo

The Last HeistNaomi's POVIt was an insane, almost suicidal plan. But we had nothing else. Roman traced the marked lines with his finger as he put out the blueprint on the table. His voice was focused and sharp as he declared, "The safe house is here. Elijah’s been using it as his personal vault for years. If the documents are anywhere, they’re in that building.”The smell of his perfume filled the air between us as I leaned over the chart. “What kind of security are we looking at?” Roman's mouth clenched. "High level of security. Cameras, motion detectors, armed guards.” My spine tingled, but I kept my composure. "So, no room for mistake." "Exactly." I looked him in the eyes, looking for hesitancy. I couldn't find one. He was as determined as I was. "When are we going?" I asked. "Tonight." *******The hours spent preparing for the heist were a haze. Roman gave me a stylish black jumpsuit made of a lightweight yet sturdy cloth. His voice trailed off a little as his