Chapter 93 CHAOTIC EXCHANGE
Julian’s body went still for just a fraction of a second when he and Anton turned and saw Henry standing at the doorway with four armed men behind him.
Guns raised.
A trap, fully set.
“You did come for him,” Henry said slowly, his gun steady as it pointed straight at Julian. “Such a reckless move.”
Julian adjusted his grip on Eli, holding him closer, one arm firm around his waist, the other supporting his weight.
Eli barely stood on his own.
“You think you're untouchable,” Henry continued, voice calm but filled with something dark. “Julian Thorne. I've thought of many ways to kill you. Maybe hang you and watch you twitch to death… or skin you alive until pain kills you…” His lips curved. “Anything to give you a painful journey to hell, where your father is.”
Julian didn’t flinch or even blinked to acknowledge Henry's speech.
“Such vivid imagination,” Julian said, voice flat, almost bored. “I see you daydream a lot… father-in-law.”
Henry’s eyes darkened instantly.
“You dare to violate my son,” Henry snapped. “You tainted him with your disgusting self. You're a sick man with sick morals.”
Julian’s jaw tightened just a little.
“You trafficked too many kids to be talking about morals,” Julian replied coldly. “Get out of my way.”
Henry took a step forward. “Step away from my son.”
Julian adjusted Eli again, lifting him slightly higher.
“I’m taking him with me,” Julian said. “He’s married to me. And you don’t get to take him out of his husband’s house without permission from his husband.”
Henry’s grip tightened on his gun.
“I won’t say it again,” he growled. “Step away from my son.”
Julian didn’t answer, he just looked at Anton.
Anton looked back. Both of them exchanged unspoken words with just a glance.
Then—
Anton moved.
He shoved the man he had been holding forward.
Hard.
The man crashed straight into Henry.
Henry staggered back, losing balance.
At the same time—
Bang!
Anton fired at the floor.
The loud shot echoed, sharp and disorienting.
Chaos exploded.
Julian didn’t waste a second.
He lifted Eli fully into his arms and pushed forward, using the confusion to break through.
Henry and the man tangled together, falling.
Julian ran. Fast.
“Go!” Anton shouted behind him.
Julian didn’t look back as gunshots rang out sharp, loud, and continuous.
Julian burst into the hall, and saw his men.
They were already coming in with weapons raised.
They opened fire immediately.
The hallway turned into a battlefield as bullets tore through the air.
Walls cracked, glass shattered, men shouted.
Julian ducked behind a pillar, shielding Eli with his body.
Eli was shaking in his arms.
“Julian…” Eli whispered weakly, his fingers gripping Julian’s shirt as the loud sound of gun shots sent his heart down his stomach.
“I’m here,” Julian said quickly. “Don’t be scared, you won't get hurt.”
He looked around, calculating. Finding a path… an opening.
Meanwhile… Anton had already moved.
Henry had recovered.
Their eyes locked.
Anton kicked Henry’s gun out of his hand.
The weapon slid across the floor.
“Fight me like a man,” Anton said, his voice low, dangerous. He'd always wanted a chance to fistfight Henry, the notorious menace.
He didn’t wait, he kicked Henry’s calf. Hard.
Henry dropped slightly, but swung a punch immediately.
Anton dodged it cleanly. A smirk pulled at his lips.
“Oh, I’d be so angry if you can’t beat me up,” Anton said. “All the trouble you’ve caused me… it better be worth something. Give me a real fight.”
Henry snarled. “You bastard.” And he swung his fist. This time, his punch landed, hard enough to snap Anton’s head to the side.
Anton paused for a second.
Then slowly turned back.
Blood at the corner of his lips.
“Is that all you got?” he mocked.
He kicked Henry’s calf again. Harder.
Henry dropped to his knees.
Anton followed him down instantly, and then—
He started hitting him.
Punch after punch.
Relentless and brutal.
“You brought a doctor to drug your own son,” Anton spat between hits. “Because you’re too stupid to understand something basic—”
Another punch.
“—that being gay—”
Another.
“—is not a sickness—”
Another.
“—you fucking retarded piece of shit.”
Henry tried to fight back, but Anton didn’t let him breathe.
Didn’t let him recover.
Then—
A gunshot.
One of Henry’s men fired.
Anton reacted fast enough. He moved, and the bullet hit Henry straight in the leg.
“Fuck.” Henry cursed out, collapsing sideways.
The shooter fell face down as one of Anton's men shot him.
Anton stood up slowly, breathing hard.
He looked down at Henry with a cold gaze.
“I’d slit your throat right now,” Anton said quietly. “And send you straight to hell where you belong.” He stepped closer. “But you still owe us.”
His voice dropped even lower. “And we always collect debts.”
He kicked Henry’s side. Hard.
“For now, thank your luck,” Anton added. “But sleep with your eyes open.”
He turned, and walked back into the chaos of gunfire.
Julian was still behind the pillar, shielding Eli.
“Anton!” Julian called.
Anton reached him quickly.
Julian’s voice was tight. “He’s shaking. We need to get him out now.”
Anton nodded once. “Go. I’ll cover you.”
He pulled out a second gun, checked both weapons, then stepped forward. Right into the gunfire.
Shots rang from both his hands, precise and controlled, forcing enemies back.
Julian used the cover, he moved fast. Carrying Eli, crossing through the chaos.
Step by step.
Closer to the stairs.
“Almost there,” Julian whispered to Eli. “Stay with me, don't faint yet.”
Eli’s head rested weakly against his shoulder.
“I’m… here…” Eli murmured faintly.
Anton kept firing, clearing a path.
“Move!” Anton shouted.
Julian reached the open space leading to the stairs.
Escape was right there.
Right there—
Then—
A figure stumbled out behind them. It's Henry, staggering and bleeding from one leg.
He's holding a gun, his eyes were wild and full of hate.
Bang.
Henry pulled the trigger.
The shot cracked through the noise… and time slowed.
Anton turned—
Too late.
The bullet grazed his arm and he hissed sharply. But the bullet didn’t stop. It kept going. Straight—
Into Julian’s back, piercing through to his chest.
Julian’s body jerked. A sharp breath tore from his lungs.
But the force didn’t end there.
The bullet passed through him.
And—
Hit Eli's head.
Silence…
For one second.
Just one.
Julian’s grip tightened around Eli.
His eyes widened slightly.
Then—
Blood.