All Chapters of Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

{TW: Bullying} I healed up nicely on my day off in the hospital, where my face was treated until the swelling went down. Unfortunately, the blowjob look wouldn't go away until the bruises faded, so I opted to wear a face mask. To my surprise, the Roth gang had zero follow-up. In fact, two detectives knocked on my bedroom door to inform me that everyone who had come after my family and me had either been arrested or found dead. My actions would be dismissed as self-defense. Of course, I got chewed out for doing something so dangerous as a high school student, but they also praised me for climbing a tower crane to save a regular worker. Meanwhile, Pete's body still hadn't been found. Still, I felt like this entire thing was far from over. It would only end once I dismantled the Roth gang myself. And honestly, I think I really should. Even though it was my past life's work, it wouldn't take a lot to destroy its dwindling numbers now. I can probably easily depose Eli and put him thr

Class was awkward as hell when I walked in with Damien. It had only been about thirty minutes since the incident, but the way everyone stared at us made it clear—they already knew. "That loser is still in one piece?" "Quiet! Do you want Jack to hear you?!" "I guess it is true!" I ignored the whispers and slid into my seat. Damien sat next to me as usual, though his body was tense. Jared, who sat in front of us, turned around with a knowing smile. "Hello. You got everyone talking again," he said casually. "That's not my fault," I rolled my eyes. "I just didn't like what the fuck I saw." "Well," Jared mused, "everyone was already curious about the nature of you two, and your little outburst pretty much confirmed the rumors." "Rumors?" I repeated, narrowing my eyes. "Yeah, the rumor that Damien is fucking you for protection," Jared said smoothly, watching for a reaction. I turned to Damien. "You knew about this?" Damien nodded, completely unfazed. Of course, he wouldn't clear

I stood outside the ballroom doors, taking a deep breath. The grandeur of the evening was suffocating, and the weight of expectation pressed down on me. Dad had invited politicians and investors, while Mom brought a small army of her friends and their children. A good opportunity. A terrifying one. "You can stay out here for a bit longer, young master. There's no rush," Erwin assured me, his voice calm as ever. "Are you sad that you won't really get to celebrate your birthday?" I shrugged. Have I ever really? All my birthdays were spent like my holidays—lonely and depressed. Now, they'd be spent doing tiresome things like this. "I've given up on the concept of a happy birthday for myself. It's just another day to me now." "Hm, I thought you'd want to take that back as well," Erwin mused. "Let's just go in and get this day over with," I said, adjusting my posture. "Birthdays are a lot more stressful when it's your own." "Smile first." Right. I had to act like I was enjoying thi

When I woke up, my body was screaming in pain. My head felt like it was being split in two, and hunger gnawed at my stomach. I hadn't eaten much last night—did I drink? I cracked my eyes open and immediately realized I was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The bed beneath me was too soft, the decor too mature. [The drug's effects have worn off] Oh, fuck. The mission. The drugging. The champagne. The room. My heart pounded as flashes of last night came back to me—Drake, the fear, the struggle. And then Damien, Jared, and Jason arriving just in time. Fuck, I cried in front of them! Was I insane, or did I see Damien using violence for the first time? Yeah, he was about to kill Drake but ended up taking a different route. I sat up slowly, groaning as my stiff muscles protested. Where the hell was I? Was this another part of the house? Before I could piece anything together, the door opened, and Jared walked in, carrying a tray full of food. The smell hit me instantly, making my mouth wat

"Do you guys have everything?" I asked, looking over the group of vulture gang members, my eyes scanning the room. "Yes sir!" they answered in unison, causing me to jump a little. Their collective response was more synchronized than I'd expected. They were surprisingly organized, and I couldn't help but notice how smoothly they'd fallen into formation, even under the pressure. I had inadvertently made things easier for Cormac on the streets by dealing blows to the Roth gang, so he was more than willing to send me a few of his best men. They had their work cut out for them today. "Remember to stay on your toes at all times!" I continued, eyeing the men. "Also, don't be afraid to take a few punches for Mr. Andre! He went through a lot of trouble to get here, and I expect him to leave unscathed." Cormac had sent his best lawyer, someone I was very familiar with from my past life—D'Angelo Andre. He was someone I had personally used in the past, a lawyer who had helped me out of tigh