All Chapters of Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kira’s POVThe Narrows didn't care about Kings or Queens. It only cared about survival.We slipped through the alleyways, making sure we remained in the shadows until we reached the staircase behind the abandoned laundromat. Silas took the lead, his assault rifle sweeping the dark corners, while Aziel kept his body firmly positioned between me and the open street.When Silas finally locked the deadbolts of the safehouse behind us, the silence of the freezing room crashed down on me like a physical weight.It was entirely different from what we had become accustomed to. There were no vaulted ceilings. No plush Persian rugs. Just peeling floral wallpaper, a single light bulb, and a squeaky mattress pushed against the far wall. The wind rattled the only window the room had, adding to the cold."I'm going back out," Silas announced, checking his spare magazines. "We need medical supplies, food, and untraceable ammunition. I'll sweep the perimeter and make sure the Europeans didn't track o

Kira’s POVThe grainy, black-and-white feed on the laptop flickered as freezing rain lashed the Narrows. I sat on the edge of the mattress, the burner phone pressed hard to my ear."Two targets moving past the rusted dumpster on your left," I said, my voice coming off as sharp and steady in the empty room, despite how I fel. "One is carrying a heavy assault rifle. The other is checking the doorways.""Copy," Aziel’s voice crackled through the tinny speaker, dropping to a predatory whisper.On the screen, the meatpacking alley was a graveyard of shadows and broken pallets. I watched the two cartel mercenaries advance, their flashlights cutting through the thick, icy fog. They were hunting us. They thought they were the apex predators in this city.They had no idea what was waiting for them in the dark.I held my breath as the two men passed a crumbling brick alcove.Suddenly, a massive shadow detached itself from the wall.Aziel moved with explosive speed that even had me shocked. I kn

Kira’s POVThe deeper we went into the underground, the more the city above ceased to exist.Aziel led Silas and me through a maze of flooded subway tunnels and rusted access doors, far beneath the grid of the Narrows. The door at the end of the tunnel vibrated with the muffled roar of a hundred shouting voices."Stay close to me," Aziel murmured, his hand resting on the small of my back. Silas kicked the iron door open.A wave of heat, stale cigar smoke, and the metallic tang of blood washed over us. It was a massive underground chamber centered around a sunken concrete fighting pit. Hundreds of street soldiers, gang enforcers, and Narrows loyalists surrounded the edge, screaming as two men beat each other bloody in the center.This was the underbelly of New York. The place where Aziel Lockwood had forged his name before he ever put on a bespoke suit.As we stepped into the light, the roaring crowd closest to the door suddenly went dead silent. The silence rippled outward like a sh

Kira’s POVBefore the first cartel bullet could cut through the downpour, Aziel grabbed the collar of my jacket, dragging me behind the wheel of an overturned freight car. He shielded my body with his own, pressing his back against the rusted iron as a hail of lead tore through the wood above our heads."Stay down!" he roared over the gunfire."I have a clear line to their flank!" I yelled back, pulling my Glock from my waist."Not while they have heavy caliber!" Aziel stepped out from behind the wheel, leveling his shotgun and firing with precision. Every blast from his weapon kicked like a cannon, dropping the Silencers who scrambled behind the open doors of their SUVs.Across the tracks, Kael’s street soldiers unleashed fury. They obviously didn't have the kind of training the Silencers had, but they had sheer numbers, vicious rage, and an intimate knowledge of the terrain. Molotov cocktails arced through the black sky, exploding against the hood of the lead SUV in a burst of roar

The wind whipping across the private tarmac at Tsavarev Airport tasted of jet fuel and desperation.Roshan stood at the base of the sleek, silver Gulfstream’s airstairs stripped of his aristocratic composure. He was furiously barking orders in French at his remaining security detail. He had watched the news. He knew the cartel commander had been executed in the railyards, and he knew the hit squads had been completely wiped out by some street militia.He was running.The twin engines of the jet whined, spooling up for an emergency takeoff. Roshan grabbed the handrail, his knuckles white, ready to flee the city he had arrogantly tried to conquer.But he never made it up the stairs.From the darkness at the edge of the runway, six heavily armored, brand-new tactical SUVs roared onto the tarmac. They completely boxed the Gulfstream in, their blinding LED high beams pinning Roshan against the fuselage of his own plane.Roshan’s security detail immediately raised their weapons, but it was