All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

The first thin drops of rain began to fall again. Kelz moved like a shadow through the darkness, his boots slipping on damp tiles, his mind a tangle of agony and calculation.Men like him did not have that luxury, so he was not supposed to be afraid. He couldn't get the image of Darcy's face out of his head—just so quiet, emotionless, frigid words that were heard more menacingly than a bullet to the brain. You fail me once, Kelz… you'll wish the cops had found you first.And Kelz had failed. Sean Harris was still breathing.He wiped the rain from his face and stayed low as he and Slize crawled over the roofline of the Washington block. Below, sirens wove through the night like restless ghosts. The cops were closing the net, every alley, every stairwell.Kelz's breath steamed in the chill. His shoulder throbbed from where he'd slammed into a railing earlier, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. Darcy's punishment wasn't just death-it was disgrace, erasure. Once Darcy blacklisted you, no on

Kelvin stood in the small corridor and felt his stomach turn with every shot. The muffled sound of automatic gunfire shook the ceiling. He leaned against the wall, breathing through his mouth and still tasting copper. The only sound was coming from above, and everyone's attention was on the building.He went up the stairs carefully, feeling his way along the banister. Every shot seemed to reverberate inside his mind. The street door was at the bottom of the stairs, dimly lit by the orange glow of the city outside. He paused before it.Kelvin struck a match. The brief light showed cracked wallpaper and a filthy hall stool. Now he heard the sirens, closer, circling. Police were close. He opened the door and stepped into the refreshing night after snuffing out the match.A flurry of lights and shouting filled the pedestrian street. Police officers escorted bystanders out of the blocked block. Gunfire could still be heard from Sean's building. He turned up his collar, hunching his shoulde

The dog moved with strange, deliberate purpose—head low, tail stiff—as it crossed the living room. It stopped in front of the door leading into the kitchen and began scratching the wood, whining in a thin, anxious thread of sound.Sandra's scream tore through the room.“Get it out! Please—get it out of here!”Darcy flinched at the outright panic lacing her voice. “Sandra, what's wrong with you?”Kelvin felt the hair rise along his arms. Her fear wasn't theatrical; it was primal.Already, Jack was moving. In two strides he reached the door, twisted the handle, and flung it open; the dog shot inside like a bullet.Kelvin couldn't see into the kitchen from where he was standing, but he heard Jack's breath catch—just once, sharp. The dog had stopped moving. Its nails clicked on tile. Then a soft whimper.Kelvin looked over at Jack, and Jack gave him a quick glance. Kelvin knew what it meant: Move.He pushed off the wall and crossed to the hall door, planting his back against it, blocking