Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Janine’s POV

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The phone was cold against my ear, my grip so tight my knuckles ached.

“I need you to meet me immediately,” I said, my voice sharp. “Bring as many men as you can.”

There was a briet pause on the other end of the line. Then a gruff voice responded, “How many are we talking?”

“All of them.”

The words left my mouth without hesitation. I didn’t care what it cost. I didn’t care what lines I had to cross.

My brothers were walking straight into hell, and I wasn’t about to sit back and pray they came out alive.

They left without thinking it through.

Marcus was smart, but sometimes even he let emotions cloud his judgment. Asher? He wasn’t thinking at all. He was too desperate, too reckless.

I knew they weren’t ready for what they were stepping into, but they didn’t wait. They just went.

And I wasn’t going to let them die because of it.

The black SUVS 1 hired rolled up minutes later, their engines roaring loudly. One by one, the mercenaries stepped out, each of them armed to the teeth.

They weren’t just hired guns. They were the best money could buy.

A man with a jagged scar across his chin approached first. “We move now?”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Now.”

The drive to the location felt endless. I sat in the back seat, my nails digging into my palms as my thoughts spiraled out of control.

What if we were already too late?

What if something went wrong?

What if I lost them all?

Luca?

Ivy?

The thought of anything happening to any of them had me deeply worried.

I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. No. That wasn’t going to happen. Not if I could help it.

But the longer we drove, the more the dread clawed at my insides. I kept checking my phone, waiting for something, anything, but there was nothing. No calls. No messages. No confirmation that they were still alive.

I gritted my teeth and stared out the window. The streets blurred past, the city lights barely reaching the deserted area of the abandoned industrial district.

I hated feeling this way. Helpless.

But I wouldn’t be for long. I could actually do something to help.

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Thasly waitre for the SUV is cup before throwing the dem open and rewing forward my Sets pounded against the pavement as my heart thuntered to my chest

bonded the corner of the warehouse, my chest heeving es trothed pide

Was Chak

Aty eyes facked onto the scene that made my blood run cold.

Marcis

Lying on the ground, covered in blood.

And Asher, his hands stained red, cradling, Ivy in his arms.

My entire world tilted.

I felt something deep inside me crack, and there was no time to pull myself together.

A sharp ringing filled my ears, drowning out everything else. The shouting. The gunfire. The chaos.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat, hammering in my chest like a war drum.

I took a shaky step forward, my legs heavy, like they weren’t even mine. My gun was still clutched in my hand, but I barely registered it.

My brother, My best friend.

They were both slipping away, right in front of me.

A broken sound crawled up my throat, but I swallowed it down. I had to move. I had to do something

But my body wouldn’t listen.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

I was frozen on the spot, and all I could hear was Asher’s anguished cries.

Asher’s POV

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room. It should have been comforting, proof that lvy was alive, that she was still here with me. But it wasn’t enough.

I sat beside her bed, gripping her hand tightly, afraid that if I let go, she might slip away.

Her skin was warm against mine, but the memory of her going cold in my arms still haunted me. I had almost lost her. I had almost lost everything.

But Ivy was safe now. She just needed time to heal.

Marcus, on the other hand…

I squeezed my eyes shut, but that didn’t stop the images from flooding my mind. Marcus bleeding out, it played over and over like a nightmare I couldn’t

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wake up from.

(bowed my head, my free hand clenching into a fist. My chest was so tight I could barely breathe.

A soft groan broke through the silence.

My head snapped up. Ny stirred, her fingers twitching in my grasp. She tried to push herself up, wincing from the effort.

“hy.” I said quickly, shifting closer. “Don’t move. You need to rest.”

She blinked up at me, her lashes fluttering as she tried to focus. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I knew the moment she saw it, the tears in my eyes.

“You’ve been crying,” she murmured. It wasn’t a question.

I tried to speak, to tell her I was fine, but the words caught in my throat. I shook my head, swallowing against the lump forming there.

“Asher,” she said softly. “What is it?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My chest tightened, the pressure unbearable. Before I could stop myself, a strangled sob ripped from my

throat.

“I don’t want to lose him, Ivy,” I choked out, my grip on her hand tightening. “I don’t want to lose him.” My whole frame shook with the force of my sobs.

The words kept spilling out, over and over, like a broken record. “I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to lose him…” I chanted aloud and in my head.

Ivy shifted, ignoring her own pain, her free hand reaching toward me. Her fingers brushed against my wrist, hesitant at first, then firmer, grounding me.

It felt good to feel her hold me. I had battled with the thought of losing her, it was maddening.

“Asher…” Her voice was soft but steady. “Marcus is going to be okay,” she assured me.

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