Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 292 ELODIE +20 BONUS I stood there in the middle of the room, my stomach churning, an unsettling feeling gnawing atas I took in everything happening outside. The chaos unfolding before my eyes had the unmistakable scent of disaster, and deep down, I knew we had a hand in this. We were part of the storm that was now beginning to swallow everything in its path.

I didn't know what was happening or how it started. But I had a feeling that Luke or my late father had something to do with it. these kids' issues always had to do with us, one way or the other we had sinvolvement.

The street was alive with movement, too much movement for comfort. From the windows, I could see the stark differences between two types of men, each poised for something terrible. Marcus's men were calm, controlled, their movements precise. They carried themselves with the kind of practiced case that only years of training could provide. Their weapons weren't just tools; they were extensions of their bodies. These men were soldiers in the truest sense.

Then, there were Luke's men. They were rougher around the edges, less polished in their movements, but no less dangerous. Their eyes were sharp, scanning every corner, every shadow. There was a rawness to them, an edge of desperation. These men didn't hesitate. The streets they walked weren't the ones of training or discipline. They lived by a different code, the kind of code where hesitation meant death.

I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. I didn't want to be part of this. But I couldn't turn away either. The girl in my arms, small, innocent, shifted slightly, her soft breathing a stark contrast to the tension outside. I hugged her closer, holding onto her warmth like a lifeline. The reality of our situation was starting to settle in, and I had no idea how much longer I could sit idly by.

Grabbing my phone, I dialled Luke, knowing full well the conversation I was about to have would be anything but, easy.

"Elodie, now is not the time," Luke's voice cthrough the phone, tense, clipped. “I have got a lot on my plate right now." Typical Luke, never one to recognize the urgency until it stacked him in the face. I wasn't in the mood for his usual dismissal.

"Luke, I think you will want to listen to what I have to say, I shot back, my voice firm, despite the fluttering anxiety in my chest.

There was a long silence on the other end. I knew he was thinking. Processing. Probably realizing that when I spoke like this, it wasn't a request, it was an order.

"I will be taking charge here," I continued, my voice cold. "I am going out there with our men. I am not sitting in this house waiting for things to implode. That's not how we do this." He sighed loudly, the frustration in his breath almost palpable. "Ellie, this isn't the sanymore. You haven't been in the gfor years. Things have changed." I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the empty room. "Has the criminal underworld changed, too? Or is it still the svicious cycle?" My words cut through the phone line, sharp and unyielding.

There was a brief pause before he spoke again. "Ellie, you are a grandmother now. Maybe it's tto focus on your family. Leave the fighting toand the boys." The audacity of his words almost madesnap. Grandmother, he called me. As if that was sreas... 10 sit back and do nothing.

Chapter 292 +25 BONUS "Do you hear yourself?" I asked, the mockery clear in my tone. “Yes, I am a grandinother, but that doesn't makeany less dangerous. I'm not going to cower in this house, Luke. I'm going out there to do what I was trained to do." Another silence, thick and loaded with the weight of his unspoken thoughts. I could almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end of the line.

"I'm my father's daughter, Luke," 1 added, my voice lowering, steely with resolve. "Did you forget that?" Before he could respond, I ended the call, not waiting for him to talkdown. His frustration was evident, but there was no changing my mind. If he wantedto be something I wasn't, he should've raiseddifferently.

I placed the baby back into her crib, my heart aching with the knowledge that I was leaving her behind, leaving them all behind, just like my father had leftso many times before. But there was no choice now. There was no waiting. It was tto take action.

As I stepped into the corridor, I bumped into Olivia. She looked at me, her brow furrowed with concern. "Look after the kids," I told her, my voice soft but firm. "I will be back soon." Before she could say anything else, I was already walking out the door, the weight of my decision pressing heavily on my chest.

I dialled his number. It didn't take long for him to answer, his voice soft, almost tentative. "Elodie?" He knewwell enough to understand that this wasn't just another casual call.

"I need eyes and ears in and around my location," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm going hunting."

There was a pause on the other end. I could hear the hesitation, but didn't give him him tto protest. Before he could go into 'father mode' on me, I ended the call. It was easier that way.

He had watched my father, his brother, raise me, shapinginto someone who didn't bend or break when it mattered. If he wantedto be different, he should've taken more responsibility. But now, it was too late for that.

I stepped outside and met the boys waiting for me. Their faces were om stoic, ready for whatever cnext. I didn't need to say much. They knew what I meant when I said, "We are going hunting." Without a word, they piled into the cars, followingas I led them into the heart of the storm that was about to unfold.

The world outside wasn't going to wait, and neither was I.

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