Alle Kapitel von HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Adrian’s POV The car sped through the city streets, headlights carving paths of white through the black of night. My pulse hammered with every passing second, every red light we blew past, every shriek of tires as we rounded corners without slowing. I had not felt fear like this in years, not the kind that steals the air from your lungs, the kind that makes your heart feel as if it is trapped in a vice. Jasper had marked his next target. And it wasn’t just anyone. It was my godfather, Tito Ortiz, the man who had raised me like a son when my own father could not, even after my father's death, he took me like his very own. The night outside blurred, but inside my chest everything was sharp, cutting, raw, my mind raced ahead of the car, past the buildings flashing by, straight to Tito’s quiet house on the outskirts of town. I pictured him sitting in his favorite leather chair, watching the late-night news with a glass of bourbon in his hand, completely unaware that the storm was head

Noah's POV The night pressed heavy around us, the air charged with the residue of the unease we had barely escaped. My heart was still unsettled from the spy’s capture, and though Adrian stood firm beside me, I could feel his guilt clinging to the silence between us. The spy was bound to a chair in the middle of the living room, the ropes biting into his wrists, his head bowed as if he could hide from what was coming. The shadows from the fire flickered across his face, throwing his expression between defiance and fear, and I felt the same burn of anger in my chest that I always did when danger slithered close to the people I loved. Adrian lingered behind me, his hand brushing mine briefly, the touch subtle but grounding. I knew what it meant. He was telling me he trusted me to lead this, to carve the truth out of the spy’s mouth no matter how much the man tried to resist. I crouched in front of the spy, letting him feel the heat of my presence, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “You

Noah’s POV The night stretched wide and heavy above me, the kind of darkness that felt alive, pressing down on my skin as I slipped through the overgrown path that led toward Jasper’s compound. My lungs burned with every controlled breath I took, each inhale measured, each exhale careful, as though the air itself might betray me. The weight of what I was about to do curled in my chest like a vice. This wasn’t a rescue mission with Adrian at my side, this wasn’t the kind of plan where we trusted in each other’s rhythm and strength to carry us through. This was me, alone, walking into the very den of the man who had once been my closest friend. The compound’s silhouette loomed in the distance, cold and jagged against the faint silver glow of the moon. Fences of coiled steel stretched upward, lined with cameras that swept in calculated arcs. Armed guards patrolled in pairs, their rifles slung across their backs. I crouched low in the undergrowth, counting steps, memorizing patterns. My

Noah's POV The silence in the room felt louder than any scream, my wrists ached where the iron cuffs bit into my skin, and every shallow breath scraped against the knot in my throat, the cold floor beneath me seemed to swallow my body whole, yet my eyes were locked on Adrian across the chamber, his chest rose and fell with effort, his face bruised, blood painting trails down the side of his mouth, but his gaze never wavered, that gaze kept me alive. Jasper stood between us, circling with the ease of a predator who already believed the prey was broken, his footsteps echoed like a drumbeat, steady and taunting, as he tilted his head and smiled, his smile was never warm, never human, but sharp and cruel, as though it was cut from glass, he thrived on the quiet suffering that hung in the air. “You see what loyalty does?” Jasper’s voice dripped with venom. “You see how it weakens you both? I take one, the other bleeds. I strike one, the other cries. Together, you are fragile, pathetic.”

Noah's POV The night smelled of gasoline, blood, and smoke. My lungs ached from the exertion, my body coated in sweat and dust as I pushed through the wreckage of what used to be a warehouse floor. Adrian was beside me, bruised and bloodied, yet still radiating the kind of strength that had kept me alive through every impossible moment. The sound of footsteps echoed ahead, uneven but steady, and I knew Jasper was close. He wasn’t finished, not yet. The final confrontation had been coming for months, maybe years, clawing toward this inevitable place where everything would be stripped down to nothing but fists, bullets, and rage. My heart pounded as we moved deeper into the shattered building, shadows stretched across the walls by the glow of fires still burning in the wreckage behind us. “This is it,” I whispered to Adrian, my voice hoarse but steady. “We end him here.” Adrian nodded, eyes sharp, jaw set like steel. His hand brushed mine for just a second, an anchor in the chaos,