His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 43: Wrong Move

Chapter 43

Wrong Move

Declan's POV

Beatrice was a damn fool. A reckless, arrogant bitch who thought she had power just because she could run her mouth. One more mistake from her, and I'd make sure she never lived to make another.

I leaned back in my seat, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the leather armrest as my driver sped through the darkened streets. My mind was already on the next order of business.

Those bastards who had kidnapped Beatrice—they needed a lesson. A brutal, unforgettable reminder that no one ssed with or what was mine.

"Turn the car around," I ordered, my voice calm but laced with authority.

The driver hesitated. "Sir, going back there isn't safe—"

I turned my head slowly, fixing him with a cold stare. "If you want to act like a coward, do it sowhere else. Not in my car."

The tension thickened. The man swallowed hard and nodded, wisely choosing silence over stupidity.

Good. I didn't need weak n around .

By the ti we arrived at the abandoned warehouse, the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. My n were still exchanging bullets with those idiots. A pointless display of bravado.

"Children," I muttered under my breath.

I stepped out of the car, reaching inside my coat for my gun—a custom-made Desert Eagle .50 AE. Heavy, powerful, and precise. Just like .

I cocked the weapon, feeling the familiar weight in my hand, and walked forward without a hint of hesitation. My n saw and stepped aside. The enemies? They weren't as lucky.

One shot. Right through the skull.

Another. Straight to the heart.

One by one, they fell, their screams cut short as I executed them with practiced ease. Blood splattered onto the cold, cracked pavent, but I barely noticed. My focus was on the one man I had co here for.

And there he was.

Standing a few feet away, terrified.

His eyes t mine, and in that mont, I saw it—the sheer panic, the realization that he had made the worst mistake of his life.

Then, like a true coward, he ran.

I smirked. Predictable.

I didn't rush. There was no need to. I already knew exactly where he was headed—his office. His so-called sanctuary.

By the ti I reached the door, he was scrambling inside, slamming it shut in a pathetic attempt to lock himself in.

I raised my leg and kicked.

The door swung open with such force that he stumbled back, crashing against his desk. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his temples as he stared at like I was the devil himself.

I supposed I was.

"You ca for my son's mother," I said, my voice eerily calm as I stepped into the room. "You thought that was a good idea?"

He swallowed hard but said nothing.

"You ca for her!" I repeated, my voice rising. "How stupid are you?"

Still, silence.

"You really thought you'd walk away from this?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Tell —was it a cri to hire you for a job? Did I wrong you in so way?"

Finally, he found his voice. "That's what you get for trusting too easily," he sneered.

The corner of my mouth twitched. Wrong answer.

I pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore through his leg, and he collapsed with a scream, clutching the bleeding wound as he writhed on the floor.

"You should choose your words more carefully," I advised, stepping closer. "Now tell —why did you co for her?"

He gritted his teeth, his face twisted in pain, but still refused to speak.

I sighed. Then fired again—this ti, into his other leg.

His scream echoed through the office, louder, more desperate. Blood pooled around him, staining the floorboards a deep crimson.

I crouched down, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at . "Talk."

His breath ca in ragged pants, but this ti, he did.

"Because I wanted revenge," he gasped. "For what you did to . For what you took from ."

I frowned. "Took?"

His eyes burned with hatred. "You stole my fiancée! You thought I forgave you? You thought I just moved on?" His voice cracked, filled with fury. "After you ordered to scare your son away with that gunshot, I planted a tracker on his car. I followed them. I found out where they were staying. And I waited. Waited for the perfect mont to take what mattered most to you."

He let out a breathless laugh, even as he trembled in pain. "I was going to kill her. I wanted you to feel what I felt when you took her from ."

I stared at him for a long mont. Then, to his shock, I started laughing.

Low. Amused. Mocking.

Shaking my head as I stared down at him. The sheer stupidity of this man was almost amusing. Almost.

"You actually thought killing Beatrice would hurt ?" I repeated slowly, savoring the ridiculousness of his assumption.

I took a step closer, my gun still in my hand, my fingers itching to end this pathetic excuse of a man. "You really thought that if she died, I'd fall apart? That I'd be shattered?" I let out another laugh, low and dangerous. "You dumb, dumb bastard."

I crouched down slightly, watching the pain twist his face. "Let enlighten you on sothing. If you had any brains, you would've just killed her and saved the trouble." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Beatrice is nothing to . She never was. The only reason she's still breathing is because she gave birth to my son, and even that is just an unfortunate coincidence."

He blinked, his face contorted with confusion and agony

"You should've just slit her throat and dumped her body in a ditch sowhere," I continued, standing up straight. "No calls. No threats. Just silence." I shrugged. "If you had done that, I would've thanked you. Hell, I might've even sent flowers to your grave as a sign of appreciation before I put a bullet in your skull."

I gave him a cold, amused smirk. "Did you think she was my weakness? That I'd lose sleep over her?" I scoffed. "Let tell you sothing, and listen well—Beatrice is nothing more than an inconvenience to .

If you had killed her, it would've been a relief. The only reason I'm even here is because you were dumb enough to involve in your pathetic little revenge plot."

"You wanted to hurt , didn't you?" I tilted my head, watching his chest rise and fall in panic.

"But you failed. You picked the wrong person. If you wanted to break , you should've aid for my son." I took another step forward, my gun now inches from his forehead. "But you were too much of a coward to do that, weren't you?"

I let out a sigh, shaking my head again. "You wasted your ti. You wasted my ti. And now..." I cocked the gun. "You're about to waste your last breath."

"As for your slut of a fiancée—" I smirked. "I didn't take her from you. She chose . She ran to because she knew I was the better man."

His face twisted with rage, and despite his injuries, he lunged at .

Another mistake.

Before he could reach , I fired one last shot.

Straight to the head.

His body jerked before collapsing to the floor with a lifeless thud. Blood seeped from the wound, his eyes frozen open in shock.

I smirked down at him. "Send my regards to the devil in hell," I murmured. "I'll join him soon enough."

Then, without a second glance, I turned and walked away.