Semua Bab Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The heaviness of Adrian's words hung between them, like a silent oath.I will end this.Leila was not oblivious; she understood what that meant.But the harshness in his voice was more than a threat of violence; it served as a caution.This wasn't a matter of justice.It was a fight for survival.Still, as Adrian gazed at his father's photograph, there was something more beneath his cold calculation. Something deeper.Something he wasn't saying.Leila's fingers curled into fists.Dante wasn’t merely making a move—he was dragging Adrian’s past into the present, and that changed everything.She took a slow breath. “What’s the plan?”Adrian’s jaw set. “You don’t need to worry about that.”She scoffed. “I think we’re past the point where you get to decide what I need to worry about.”Adrian’s eyes flickered to hers, sharp as a blade.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then—A knock at the office door.Adrian let out a breath, his expression toughening again. “Come in.”The door opened,

As Adrian and Leila exited the club and stepped into the night, he clutched the folded paper tightly. The city buzzed around them, but an uneasy stillness hung in the air as if the universe sensed they were on the brink of something dangerous.Connor leaned against the sleek black car, arms crossed, eyeing them with a keen interest as his gaze lingered on Adrian's tense fists. “I take it the meeting went well?” he drawled.Leila gave a sharp exhale. “What do you mean by ‘well’?”Connor smirked. “You’re both alive, so I’d say that’s a win.”Ignoring him, Adrian unfolded the paper, his eyes tracing the address written in Malcolm’s precise handwriting.A warehouse. South of the city.Leila moved closer to glance at the address. “Are we heading there now?”Adrian hesitated. He wanted to go—every instinct screamed at him to move before Dante caught wind of their information.But Malcolm’s warning echoed in his mind.“You won’t just be at war with Dante Russo. You’ll be against those who c

Adrian focused on a large map spread across his desk, revealing the city laid out in a precise grid. Red annotations marked Dante's operations, safe houses, and busy areas. He studied it in silence, his mind working through every possible scenario.Leila leaned against the desk with her arms crossed. “So, what’s the move?”Connor, lounging on the couch with a drink, grinned. “Yeah, you said we were done playing defense. It’s time to counterattack.”Adrian’s eyes remained locked on the map. “We need to hit him hard and fast.”Leila frowned. “How do we do that?”Adrian pointed to an area near the docks. “Dante’s primary shipment hub is here. If we cut him off, we disrupt his supply chain. No supplies mean no revenue and, ultimately, no power.”Connor whistled. “That’s bold. Are you just going to stroll in there and burn it to the ground?”Adrian smirked. “Something like that.”Leila looked wary. “Dante can’t be underestimated. That location is probably well-secured.”Adrian agreed. “Tha

As soon as Luca spoke, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy with tension, like a storm about to unleash its fury.Adrian's thoughts raced as he processed the implications of what he had just heard. If his father was indeed alive—if Dante had him locked away in some secret locale—this was the chance he had been yearning for. Yet, there was also the unsettling possibility, the very real and dangerous possibility, that this could be a trap.Leila’s keen gaze shifted between Adrian and Luca, her expression inscrutable. “Are we just supposed to believe him?” she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.Luca winced as he adjusted himself in his seat, his injuries still tender. “I know I don't have much credibility,” he admitted, his voice rough yet unwavering. “But think about it—if Dante wanted to deceive you, why would he send me? A man he has already condemned?”Connor leaned against the wall, arms folded and wearing a skeptical expression. “Maybe because he knows we’d hesitate,” he repli

The adrenaline was still pumping through Adrian's veins as the SUV sped down the dirt road, its headlights piercing the dense darkness of the countryside. The sounds of gunfire faded behind them, but the tension within the vehicle remained high.He tightened his grip on his father's arm, needing to reassure himself that his father was truly present and alive. He looked worn out but not broken.Leila, still catching her breath, looked back. “We’re safe for now, but we have to ditch this car. Dante won’t stop coming after us.”Connor, at the wheel, nodded. “The safehouse is fifteen miles away. We’ll switch vehicles there.”Luca, in the passenger seat, remained unusually silent.Adrian squinted at him. “Is something wrong?”Luca tapped his knee nervously. “Just thinking.”Adrian didn’t like the tone of his voice.Before he could inquire further, his father spoke up, his voice steady despite its roughness. “How long has Dante been in charge?”Adrian paused. “Quite a while.”He let out a s