His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 182: David 2.0

Chapter 182- David 2.0

DECLAN’S POV

Over my dead body would I do that."

That’s what he said to me—like some kind of hero in a cheap movie. He spat on the ground, his half hand twitching like it still had something to prove.

I took a step forward, staring straight into his eyes. "Yes. Yes, David. Over your dead fucking body."

My voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It was low, sharp, and full of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—pure rage.

"Because you are going to die. And I’m going to make damn sure of it."

He didn’t flinch. Not even a blink. It pissed me off more.

He really thought I was joking. Like this was a game. Like I was still the same man who used to walk away when things got heated. Not anymore.

I took a deep breath and turned around. Walked back to my car with slow, heavy steps. I opened the door, tossed the gun on the passenger seat, and came out with my hands empty—no weapon, nothing.

Let them see it. Let them think I came unarmed.

The moment I slammed the door shut and started walking back toward them, they all started smirking. That kind of smirk men wear when they think they’ve already won. When they think the other guy’s too stupid to know what’s coming.

And I knew that smirk. Oh, I knew it too damn well. I’d worn it myself too many times in the past.

I said nothing. I just kept walking, steady and calm. But inside, I was boiling.

"How dumb can you be, Declan?" David said.

That was it.

Something inside me snapped.

I don’t know if it was the word dumb that set me off or just hearing my name come out of his mouth like that—as if he owned it. As if he owned me.

But I felt it. The anger. Hot, loud, unstoppable. Clawing its way up my chest like a beast trying to escape.

I stared at him, jaw clenched so tight I thought I’d crack a tooth. My fists balled by my sides. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth right then, I’d lunge at him and rip out his throat.

And this wasn’t the time for that. Not yet.

He tilted his head, pretending to be curious. "You’re probably wondering why I called you dumb."

I didn’t nod. I didn’t shake my head either. Just kept looking at him like he was already dead.

He laughed.

He threw his head back and laughed like a madman. Like he was in on some twisted joke only he understood. Thirty seconds straight. Loud and sharp like glass breaking in my ears.

And I stood there, still as stone, wondering what the hell was so funny. Wondering what game he was playing.

But deep down, I already knew.

He wasn’t laughing because he thought I was dumb. He was laughing because he thought he’d already won.

Is his half hand a joke to him?

He stood there like he didn’t care. Like he wasn’t seconds away from death. Like this was just another casual conversation on a slow afternoon.

"You know, David," I said, stepping closer, voice calm but sharp, "if I were you, I would’ve started talking by now. You don’t have much time left. You’re going to die any moment from now, and honestly, if you’ve got revenge to give, you better spit it out fast. Otherwise, you’ll die like a failure—with nothing left behind but dust and wasted breath."

His smile disappeared instantly. The laughter dropped from his face like a mask. His eyes went cold. Empty.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that," he said, his voice low and serious, like he thought it could scare me.

I stepped closer.

"And what if you did hear it?" I asked. "What would you do? Shoot me? With what? That half hand of yours? Or maybe the other one—that weak hand that can’t even hold a cup straight, let alone a gun? Don’t be a damn fool, David."

He clenched his jaw, and I saw the vein on his forehead twitch. That was good. He was getting pissed. Losing control. That’s when men like him start making mistakes.

"Just move on," I told him, not even trying to hide the disgust in my voice. "You’re holding onto something that’s already burned to ashes. Be smart for once in your life. Let it go."

He smiled again—this time not with humor, but with calculation.

"You know, Declan," he said, eyes narrowing, "you made a very stupid move. You dropped your only defense—your gun—inside your car. Then you locked it. And do you know what that means?"

I didn’t answer. I let him talk.

"It means," he continued, "that even if my boys come for you, it’ll take you a few seconds to get to your weapon. And in this game, seconds are death. That gives us the upper hand. I knew it. I knew you weren’t as smart as you pretend to be."

I just shook my head. Slowly. Calmly.

"Okay," I said. "Is that supposed to scare me? Why don’t you go ahead and call them? Tell your boys to come. I’m right here. I’m waiting."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Dead sure," I replied. "Let’s see how many of them it takes to put me down."

His face twisted into something dark—twisted and wicked.

"Well," he said, grinning like the devil, "that’s exactly what I’m about to do."

He turned and shouted.

"BOYS! ATTACK HIM! MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T SURVIVE!"

My heart was pounding, but I didn’t move.

"And once you’re done with him," he continued, "kill him. Then cut his body into pieces. Dice him up like fucking meat. And take a picture—no, take several pictures. Send them to his son and his wife. Let them see what’s left of the man they love. Let that be the last memory they ever have of him... before you kill them too."

The men around him nodded—cold, expressionless. Ready.

There were four of them left. Just four.

So sad, really—because not a single one of them was going to leave here alive today.

They all reached into their pockets and pulled out their so-called weapons. A dagger. A hammer. A rusted knife. One even had some kind of pipe. It was almost funny.

They started running toward me, shouting like they were in a war movie. Like their noise would shake me. Like they were heroes fighting for something bigger than themselves.

"Imagine bringing a knife to a gunfight," I muttered to myself. "This is what they meant in all those parables."

I wasn’t scared. Not even a little. If anything, I was disappointed. I had expected better from them.

I stared at their faces as they ran toward me. Their eyes were filled with anger, desperation... maybe even pride. Like they thought they were doing something noble.

Pathetic.

The truth is, I had wanted to make it personal. Maybe kill them in front of someone they loved. Or better yet—kill their loved ones in front of them. That would’ve been satisfying.

But then I remembered—they didn’t have anyone. No family. No parents. No one waiting for them back home.

They were orphans. Street rats. Broken boys that I had picked up out of pity.

I gave them food. Shelter. A purpose.

And now I’d take it all away. Just like that.

The smile on my face stretched slow and wicked. There was something beautiful about this moment. Like balance was finally being restored.

They were screaming, charging toward me like wild dogs.

"Dummies," I whispered under my breath.

My hand slipped to the back of my pants, calm and sure. I pulled out my pistol—my backup weapon. The one they didn’t know about because I let them believe I was empty-handed.

I didn’t hesitate.

BANG!

The bullet tore through the hand of the first one, and his weapon clattered to the floor. He screamed like a dying animal.

"Oooh no! Oh fuck!" he cried out, his knees giving in as tears spilled down his face.

"Perfect!" I shouted, laughing as I raised the gun again. "We’ve got ourselves a second David. A David 2.0!"

The others froze for a second, but not long enough to learn from their friend’s mistake.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Each shot hit their hands. One by one, their weapons dropped. And now they were all crying, screaming, clutching what was left of their hands.

Blood poured onto the ground. But me? I was smiling. Calm. Steady. Unbothered.

"Now look at you," I said, chuckling. "You all look perfect. Just great."

I turned my head slowly, eyes locking with David’s. He hadn’t moved an inch. His face looked like he’d swallowed a thousand needles.

"So you really thought I came here unarmed?" I asked him.

"You really believed I’d drop my only gun in the car and walk toward you like a fool?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

I tilted my head and laughed quietly.

"How dumb do you think I am, David?"