The Billionaire's Retribution

Chapter 155

The rooftop escape left Marcus, Mara, and Marco rattled but not broken. Their enemies had miscalculated—this trio wasn’t one to fold under pressure. Yet, as they navigated the dark alleys and made their way back to a safehouse, the unease grew. Someone had leaked their plan, and the enemy was moving fast, too fast. It wasn’t just another ambush; it felt like a calculated attempt to dismantle their entire strategy.

The stakes had risen, and they knew they were running out of time.

The safehouse was an unassuming apartment above an old bakery. The scent of stale bread mingled with the damp air, but it was secure—at least for now. Marcus sat at the scarred dining table, nursing a whiskey, while Mara paced the room. Marco, his wounded shoulder hastily bandaged, sat on a sagging couch, breathing heavily.

“We need to figure out who gave us up,” Marcus said, tapping his fingers against the glass. His voice was low, simmering with controlled fury.

“Someone inside the network,” Mara said, her