One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 92: this is not a rescue mission again.

I walked out of the living room without saying a word to anyone and headed straight upstairs.

Silence followed me like a shadow.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, not when my mind was drowning in one thought.

Lena.

Pregnant.

Alone.

With kidnappers.

My jaw tightened as I pushed open the door to my room. I refused to accept it. Refused to picture her in that situation, helpless, scared... suffering.

But the more I tried to suppress it, the more vivid it became.

I clenched my fists.

I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore.

Was it anger?

Pain?

Or something darker?

No... it was both. A dangerous combination that burned through my veins like fire.

This was war.

And whoever dared to cross me like this... had just signed their death warrant.

I moved straight to my office, my steps steady but heavy with purpose. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and walked toward my personal vault.

Without hesitation, I reached under the desk and pulled a hidden lever.

A low mechanical sound echoed as a section of the wall slid open, revealing a concealed room behind it.

My arsenal.

I stepped inside.

The familiar scent of metal and oil filled the air as my eyes scanned the neatly arranged weapons. Everything was exactly where it should be, organized, precise... deadly.

Just how I liked it.

I exhaled slowly and began to gear up.

Black on black.

I pulled on a fitted tactical outfit, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. Then came the vest—heavy, reinforced, designed to take damage.

Next, I strapped a holster around my waist.

Two Glock 17 pistols.

I picked them up one after the other, checking each with practiced ease. Loaded. Ready.

I slid them into place on both sides of my waist.

Then I reached for an assault rifle, inspecting it carefully before slinging it over my shoulder. The weight was familiar. Comforting.

Reliable.

I grabbed a few grenades and secured them around my waist.

Just in case.

When I was done, I picked up my glasses and slipped them on, my reflection staring back at me from the mirror, cold, composed... lethal.

Finally, I took my cane in my left hand.

Anyone who didn’t know me would think it was just for support.

They’d be wrong.

I stepped out of the secret room and sealed it shut behind me before heading downstairs.

By the time I got there, everyone was already prepared.

Liam.

Damon.

And the rest of the crew.

Fully dressed. Fully armed.

I already knew I couldn’t tell Liam and Damon to stay behind. They wouldn’t listen even if I tried.

And truthfully...

I was glad they were here.

My gaze shifted slightly.

The women stood not too far away, watching us silently.

Their expressions said everything.

Worry.

Fear.

Uncertainty.

"Well... one last round wouldn’t hurt anyone," Damon said, attempting to lighten the mood.

But his words fell flat.

The tension in the air was too thick to cut through.

Still, I looked at both of them, my brothers, not by blood but by bond.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "I won’t forget this."

Liam gave a small nod.

"You’d do the same for us."

Damon and I nodded in agreement.

No words were needed beyond that.

"Is everything ready?" I asked.

Liam stepped forward slightly. "Everyone’s in position. They’re waiting outside."

I gave a short nod.

"Let’s go."

Just as we were about to leave, Mama approached us.

Her presence alone made the moment heavier.

"You must all come back safely," she said, her voice filled with concern.

I gave her a small, wry smile.

"We will."

She hugged each of us tightly before stepping back.

Then Sylvia walked forward.

Her eyes lingered on us, emotions swirling within them.

"You’ve all been my childhood friends," she said softly. "Even though we grew apart... I still care about all of you."

She paused.

"I don’t want to lose anyone... so please... come back safely." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She hugged me.

Then Damon.

But when it came to Liam...

She didn’t.

And that didn’t go unnoticed.

I saw the flicker of anger in Liam’s eyes, brief but intense. His jaw tightened, his expression hardening for a split second before he masked it.

I tapped his back lightly, grounding him.

He looked at me but said nothing.

We didn’t have time for this.

Without another word, we turned and walked out.

Outside, the entire team was already assembled.

Fully equipped.

Armed and ready.

The moment they saw me, the murmurs died down instantly.

Silence fell.

I stepped forward, standing before them as their leader.

Their eyes were on me.

Waiting.

"All I’m asking from you," I began, my voice calm but firm, "is that when we get to that island... you show no mercy."

A ripple of tension passed through them.

"An insult to my name is an insult to all of you," I continued. "The respect you’ve enjoyed over the years... is because of me."

I paused, letting my words sink in.

"People fear you... because of me."

Their expressions hardened.

"So I’m asking you, when was the last time we went to war like this?"

No one answered.

"Too long," I said, my voice rising. "People are beginning to forget who we are."

A murmur of agreement spread.

"It’s time we remind them."

Now their energy shifted.

"It’s time we remind them why they fear us... and why disrespecting our leader is not tolerated."

A roar erupted from the crowd.

"I’m not promising that we’ll all come back alive," I said bluntly.

That silenced them again.

"But if you fight with precision... if you show no mercy... then maybe, just maybe, we all make it back."

I let that linger.

"One thing we have that they don’t... is numbers."

"And experience."

A grin tugged at my lips.

"So let’s show them how it’s done."

This time, their response was deafening.

Cheers.

Shouts.

Pure adrenaline.

I raised my hand, signaling for silence.

"There’s a change of plan."

They quieted immediately.

"I’ll go in with a small crew, ten men."

Their expressions shifted slightly.

"Damon and Liam will each lead separate teams."

I gestured toward them.

"We take the helicopter in. Make it obvious. Loud."

Understanding dawned in their eyes.

"A distraction," I continued. "They’ll think that’s all we brought. They’ll focus on us."

A slow smile spread across a few faces.

"And that’s when the rest of you infiltrate the island... and dismantle everything."

Now they were fully locked in.

"The police will come in last," I added. "I want their leader alive... and one witness."

My gaze turned cold.

"The rest?"

"Kill on sight."

"And do it silently."

A unified chorus of agreement followed.

Within moments, they began moving.

Fifteen SUVs.

Four transport vans.

Nearly two hundred men.

The rest remained behind to guard the mansion—I

wasn’t foolish enough to leave it unprotected.

I boarded the helicopter alongside Roman, Eric, and selected members of the Silent Team.

The blades roared to life.

As we lifted off, the scale of our movement became evident.

Traffic below came to a standstill, roads clearing as instructed. People stood by the roadside, phones raised, recording.

It didn’t matter.

The network had already been shut down.

Nothing would leave the city.

Not today.

In less than thirty minutes, we reached the island.

The moment we landed, I could feel it.

Eyes on us.

Watching.

Waiting.

But interestingly...

The locals didn’t react the way I expected.

They glanced at us, but then went about their business like nothing had happened.

That told me everything.

They were used to this.

Used to danger.

Used to men like us.

We split up immediately.

But instead of heading into the woods or isolated areas, I made my way toward the local market.

I wasn’t going to walk into their trap.

No.

I would draw them out instead.

I stopped at a small stall filled with shiny trinkets.

One necklace caught my attention.

"How much is this?" I asked casually.

"Two pounds," the woman replied, studying me.

"You’re not from around here, are you?"

"Is it that obvious?" I said absentmindedly.

She gave a small laugh.

"The gangs here only come to collect money... not buy things."

Gangs.

So that’s how it was.

"There are gangs on this island?" I asked, feigning surprise.

Her expression darkened.

"Yes. Horrible people. This place used to be

peaceful... until they came."

She gestured around.

"They kidnap girls... impose taxes... do whatever they want."

My interest sharpened.

"Why not report them?"

She leaned closer.

"The police are in on it."

My eyes narrowed.

"They let them operate," she whispered. "And take a share of everything."

Silence stretched between us.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

She smiled faintly.

"Because you’re different."

I studied her for a moment.

Then nodded.

"Thank you."

I picked up the necklace.

"I’ll take this."

"It’s free," she said. "Consider it a gift from me."

I tried to pay, but she refused.

So I accepted it.

For now.

As I walked away, I pulled out my radio.

"Change of intel," I said. "The police are compromised."

I relayed everything.

Then I contacted Liam directly.

"Inform everyone," I ordered. "Including Detective Patrick."

This wasn’t just a rescue anymore.

This was something much bigger.

And whoever was behind it...

I was about to regret ever crossing me.