Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 272

MARCUS

The sound of the gunshots echoed through the night, sharp and piercing, and it didn’t take long before the others arrived, they must have heard the gun shot. The world around us stirred with movement, and soon, the area was swarming with my men and Luke’s. Nick, Luke, Ethan, all of them came rushing toward us, their boots crunching the dry ground as they closed in.

When they saw Olivia in my arms, something shifted. The tension that had been thick in the air seemed to ease, replaced by a wave of collective relief. I could see it in their faces, the way they exhaled, the way their shoulders loosened as if they had been holding their breath for days.

“Well, well,” Luke’s voice broke the moment, mocking and dripping with disdain. He stepped forward, his gaze narrowing on Xander, still crumpled on the ground, clutching his side where I had shot him. “If it isn’t the tough guy, not so tough anymore.

Xander’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with fury as he glared up at Luke, his body trembling with the effort of holding onto consciousness. Despite the pain, there was defiance in his expression. “It’s not over, he rasped, his voice hoarse, the words thick with anger and exhaustion.

body barely responding to the motion. heart thudded painfully in my chest as I thought about everything we had gone through to get here, everything Xander had done, everything Luke had done. But there was something in Xander’s eyes

still holding onto, but I wasn’t about to stick around to find out. “I think it is very much over,” I said coldly, my voice cutting through the tension.

I ordered, my voice firm as I glanced back at Luke. “Help with whatever

dry chuckle escaping his lips. “What?” he

presence in this mess. But the frustration was there, heavy, like a weight on my shoulders that I couldn’t shake. It had taken me hours to plece everything together, to follow the trail, to finally find Olivia. Yet, Luke’s team had been here for days and hadn’t

your father–in–law,” Ethan teased,

a short laugh, shaking my head. “He will never hear me call him that,” I muttered, my tone low but

Like we weren’t just in the middle of a tense standoff with a dangerous man, like we weren’t scrambling to save Olivia from whatever horror Xander had planned. It was a small moment of relief, a flash of light in the midst of

slap. She was still so pale, so still in my arms. My chest tightened; a pain so sharp it almost felt physical. Why couldn’t she move? My mind raced through the possibilities. Was she just weak from hunger and exhaustion, or