Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 142

Asher’s POV

I had seen the walls closing in for days. The whispers, the sudden disappearances, the way the Don’s men moved, like rats scurrying to higher ground before the flood. The pressure from the FBI had finally forced their hand.

It was all over the news. Public outrage, leaked documents, footage of bloodstained backrooms and offshore accounts. They were finally exposed. But the Don wasn’t the kind of man to go down quietly.

I knew he’d make a final move.

And was right.

It started with a simple message: “Come alone. Or she dies.”

I didn’t need to ask who she was.

Isabella.

I stared at the text, my fingers tightening around the phone. My heart pounded against my ribs, the weight of it making it hard to breathe. I had expected retaliation, but this, this was personal. The Don had lost everything, and now he wanted to take me down with him.

I called Luca immediately. “They have Isabella.”

A sharp breath on the other end. “Where?”

I read off the coordinatès. An abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. Predictable.

“I’m coming with you,” he said.

I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “No. He wants me alone. If you show up, he’ll kill her before we get close.”

“Asher”

“I’m not negotiating this. But I need you nearby. If something goes wrong, you move in.”

Luca cursed under his breath, but he understood.

I ended the call and grabbed my gun.

This wasn’t just about me anymore. It never had been.

This was about ending it, once and for all.

The warehouse smelled like oil and decay, a forgotten relic of the city’s underbelly. Dim light flickered from a single hanging bulb, casting long shadows against rusted metal beams.

And there he was.

The Don.

He stood near the center of the room, his once pristine suit wrinkled, blood staining the cuffs. His empire was crumbling, and it showed in the way his hands twitched at his sides, in the flicker of something unhinged in his eyes.

Behind him, Isabella knelt, her hands tied behind her back. A guard stood beside her, gun pressed against her temple.

“Asher,” the Don greeted, voice as smooth as ever. “I was beginning to think

you wouldn’t come.”

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1 stepped forward, keeping my gun low but ready. You wanted me. I’m here.”

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “You really think you won, don’t you? You and your little friends–thinking you can destroy something that’s existed for generations.”

“You destroyed it yoursell,” I said. “The FBI didn’t need to do much. You handed them everything with your mistakes.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he gestured toward Isabella. “And yet, here we are. You, me, and the girl who started all of this.”

My stomach twisted. “She had nothing to do with this.”

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The Don scoffed. “Nothing? And yet you dragged her into this. What does that make you?” He paused, then smirked. “Come to think of it, she’s not all that innocent. That interview she gave–it put the FBI right on my doorstep.”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t twist this. She didn’t ask for any of it–I’m the one who pulled her into this mess.”

He studied me, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then he shook his head. “And yet, here she is, paying the price for your choices.”

Guilt pressed against my ribs, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t let him see it.

The Don sighed, like he was already bored of the conversation. “It doesn’t matter now. What matters is how this ends.”

He nodded to his man. The gun against Isabella’s head cocked.

“Give me one reason,” he murmured, “not to pull the trigger.”

I felt my pulse slow, my breathing steady. This was it. The moment everything led up to.

I raised my gun. “Because if you do, you won’t live to see the next ten seconds.”

A tense silence stretched between us.

Then, the Don smiled.

It was small at first, but then it grew, twisting into something wild.

“You think you’re in control here?” he mused. “You think you’ve won?”

He took a step forward, spreading his arms. “You have no idea what you’ve stepped into, Asher. You think taking me down will end this? There will always be another man in the shadows, always another hand ready to pull the strings. Kill me, and someone else takes my place. Walk away, and I let you live to see another day.”

I didn’t blink. “I’m not walking away.”

The Don sighed, almost disappointed. “Then I suppose this is how it ends.”

He gave a small nod.

The guard pulled the trigger.

A deafening shot rang out.

For a second, I thought I was too late. My stomach dropped.

Then the guard collapsed.

Blood pooled beneath his skull, a bullet clean through his forehead.

I whipped my head around.

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Chapter 142

Luca stood in the shadows, gun still aimed, his jaw tight.

“Didn’t say I’d stay out of it,” he muttered.

The Don barely had time to react before I moved.

I grabbed him, shoving him against the nearest pillar, my gun pressing into his ribs.

“Game’s over,” I growled.

He laughed, but it was empty. “You really think they’ll let you get away with this? The moment I’m gone, my allies will come for you. For her.” His eyes flickered to Isabella. “You’ll never be free.”

The sound of sirens cut through the night.

His smirk faltered.

“They won’t have the chance,” I said. “Because by the time they figure out what happened, the world will already know who you are.”

The doors burst open.

FBI agents stormed in, guns raised, shouting orders.

For the first time, real fear crossed the Don’s face.

This was his nightmare. Losing power. Losing control.

I stepped back, letting the agents take him.

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