His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 183: Revenge

Chapter 183- Revenge

DECLAN’S POV

I didn’t even need to ask the question out loud. I already knew the answer.

David was dumb. Not just slow, not just arrogant. Fucking dumb.

I looked at him and shook my head slowly, like a disappointed father watching a stupid child ruin his own life.

"Honestly," I said with a sigh, "you’re just... so damn dumb."

His boys—no, my ex-guards—were all lying on the floor now. Crying. Groaning. Hands soaked in blood. Broken. Useless.

These were men I once trusted. Trained. Fed. Protected.

Now look at them.

"Look around, David," I said as I turned my back to him for a second. "These people? These so-called soldiers of yours? They’re trash."

I let my eyes scan the bodies on the ground again and shook my head.

"They’re not even worth the time it takes to torture them," I added calmly. "The only one I want to suffer... is you."

Then I turned to the groaning heap of bodies.

"As for the rest of you," I said, raising the gun slowly, "this is the end of the road."

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

One after another, I fired. I didn’t even blink.

Screams echoed around me, sharp and short. But I didn’t care.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hesitate. I aimed for their heads—clean shots—and watched their bodies go limp.

The silence that followed was heavy.

I stood there, breathing slowly, feeling the tension fall from my shoulders.

"Nice," I muttered to myself.

Then I turned back to David.

Just him and me now.

His face was pale. His mouth slightly open. His hands were trembling, but he was too scared to lift them.

"We’re alone now, David," I said with a calm voice. "So what are you waiting for? Pick up the phone. Call that person. Tell them exactly what I told you to say."

He didn’t move. He just stared at me like he was frozen in place.

I stepped closer.

"I said pick up the damn phone, David," I repeated slowly.

He still didn’t speak.

Then I heard it. A soft whisper. His voice cracked.

"You’re a monster," he said.

I smiled.

"Yes, David," I replied with pride. "Yes... I am."

Just then, my phone rang.

I didn’t even look at the screen. I answered it and placed it on speaker in the car.

"Hello Dad? Can you hear me?" It was Tyler’s voice.

The sound of his voice made me exhale. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath.

"Where did you go? Where the hell did you all go? And why did the call end so suddenly?" I asked, trying to sound more annoyed than relieved.

"We went to search for you," he said quickly. "But when you told us to turn around, we did. We’re back home now. We tried to call you, but it wasn’t connecting."

"Alright. Good. I’ll talk to you later," I said sharply, cutting the call without waiting for him to say more.

Then I turned back to David.

And this time, I didn’t smile.

I grinned—a slow, devilish smirk that burned like fire across my face.

"Okay," I said slowly, stepping forward with my gun hanging at my side. "Your time is up, David."

"You had one job. Do what I told you. But you didn’t. So now..." I smiled coldly. "Now it’s my turn to do exactly what I promised."

I took out my phone and scrolled through a contact list I had memorized long ago.

"Let’s begin with your sweet wife," I said casually, like I was about to call for takeout. "Let’s bring her here... so you can watch her die right in front of you."

David’s face changed immediately.

All that false bravery he was trying to wear just disappeared like smoke. His eyes widened, his lips trembled. He didn’t expect me to go this far. He never thought I’d really touch her.

Stupid man.

He had no idea that when I say something—I mean it.

I dialed the number. The phone rang once. Then twice. Then again.

No answer.

I glanced at him and saw the relief wash over his face like cold water on a feverish body.

He actually breathed out, like some idiot who thought this was all luck.

"Dumbo," I muttered under my breath. "She didn’t pick. So what? You think that’s going to stop me?"

I turned toward him fully now, my voice low and dangerous.

"Here’s what we’re going to do, David," I said. "You’re going to hand me your phone. I’m going to call her from your number. And you’re going to talk to her. You’ll tell her to come meet us here. No games."

I already knew what his answer would be.

"Over my dead body," he growled.

I laughed once. A low, bitter sound.

"You are already dead, David. You just haven’t stopped breathing yet."

I took a step closer. My finger still resting near the trigger.

"But fine. Let’s make this clear. If you don’t want to regret the next few seconds of your miserable life... do exactly what I say."

He looked me dead in the eye. And this time, he didn’t flinch.

"I already regret everything," he whispered. "I knew I was dead the moment you shot my hand. So no, I won’t help you. At least let me die knowing I tried to save someone I love."

I tilted my head slowly, as if studying a new kind of animal.

"Oh? Now you care about saving someone?" I asked with a dry chuckle. "Now you want to be the hero?"

I took another step, my voice rising.

"You, David—the same man who pulled the trigger on my son’s mother. The same woman he held dear. You didn’t give a damn if she lived or died!"

He looked down, but I wasn’t finished.

"You didn’t blink when you ruined her life. And what was worse—you fucked her. You robbed her. You stole everything she had left, and you left her with nothing but shame and trauma."

I leaned down, my eyes burning through him.

"But now you want to pretend you have a heart? That’s rich."

I smiled again—slow, wicked, cold.

"Let’s see how far your so-called love will take you, David."