His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 180: Revenge Finally

Chapter 180- Revenge Finally

Declan’s POV

"Tell me this isn’t what I’m thinking..." I whispered to myself, gripping the steering.

My heart was racing.

I kept dialing Lucian’s number again. And again.

Still the same result—nothing.

The line was dead.

A part of me wanted to slam my phone against the dashboard in frustration, but I needed it.

I glanced at the road ahead, then at the space behind me.

Should I turn around and look for them?

But where?

Where the hell would I even start?

I didn’t know their exact location. I didn’t know what direction they had gone, if they were hiding, running, or worse... being followed.

"I can’t search blindly," I muttered. "That’s suicide."

The truth was, if I turned this car around without a plan, I’d be chasing shadows. Wasting time. And time right now... was not on my side.

So I gritted my teeth and kept driving.

Maybe—just maybe—if I could get to those bastards first, I could force answers out of them. They were the ones who started all this. They were the ones who faked my voice, called my people, and set the whole trap.

If I find them... maybe I find Lucian.

Maybe I find Tyler.

And besides, Lucian isn’t weak. He’s just as strong as I am—maybe even stronger in some areas. That’s why I made him my closest friend. He doesn’t break easily. He fights smart, and he knows when to hide.

That thought gave me a little comfort.

I kept driving. The road stretched forever.

Finally—after what felt like a lifetime—I pulled up near the edge of the forest where the hidden path to my private mansion began.

No one knew it had a back entrance. No one.

It wasn’t a regular back door. It was underground, completely hidden from sight. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never even dream it existed. You could live on that property for years and still not find it.

Even I had barely used it.

I turned off the main road and followed the narrow, bumpy trail through the trees. The headlights cut through the darkness, guiding me toward the underground garage.

When I got there, I pressed the hidden button on the dash. The ground trembled slightly as a part of the earth opened up in front of me. The hidden garage revealed itself.

I drove my car inside and brought it to a stop.

I killed the engine and sat there for a second, just breathing.

Then I opened the door slowly and stepped out.

I scanned the space around me carefully.

Every corner.

I wasn’t about to walk into my own house and get jumped.

But everything looked clear.

Once I was sure no one was hiding or waiting for me, I stepped into the house through the back entrance.

I locked the entrance behind me, double-checking it twice.

I walked into the house, straight through the hidden passage, and didn’t waste a second.

I headed straight to the bathroom.

Now, most people would walk into this place and think it’s just a fancy bathroom with a weird design. Two toilets side by side. Some would say it’s for aesthetic. Others would joke about me being too rich for normal stuff.

But they’d all be wrong.

It’s not a toilet at all.

the water inside it?

Fake.

Just for show.

I bent down and pressed the hidden button tucked behind the sink pipe. In less than two seconds, the water in the toilet swirled away and vanished—revealing a secret staircase that led underground.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I climbed down.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the secret vault room. The walls were lined with weapons, each one chosen carefully. I didn’t collect guns for fun—I kept them for moments like this. Moments when words were useless, and power had to speak.

I walked over to a black glass case, unlocked it with my fingerprint, and pulled out my favorite weapon.

The Ghost Fang.

It could take down a man from fifty meters away and leave no trace—not even a whimper. It didn’t just shoot; it devoured.

But one gun wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I scanned the wall and grabbed four more:

I laid them all out on the cold floor and took off my shirt, tossing it aside.

I pulled open the wardrobe hidden behind the wall panel and grabbed my combat wear.

I strapped on my gear one by one, packed each gun into my custom black duffle bag, and zipped it shut.

I made my way to the main garage. The car I came in with was useless now.

So I walked past it and unlocked one of my hidden rides.

———-

If I just walk out now with all this power, it’s going to be a suicide mission. There are too many of them.

I can’t afford to act like a brute.

I need to be smarter than them.

Then it hit me.

An idea.

I turned around and walked back to the second garage section and headed straight to my Tesla Phantom S.

It was clean, and smooth.

And most importantly—they all knew it was mine.

I climbed in, synced my phone to the car’s self-drive system, and typed in the command.

Drive to front gate. Pause and drive to the Death Valley.

The Tesla blinked once.

Then slowly rolled forward on its own.

I picked up the heavy black bag that held the guns and dropped it on the front passenger seat of my car.

But the moment I looked at it again, I knew it wasn’t enough.

I slammed the door shut and turned back, heading straight for the underground vault again.

I stuffed the extra four into the same bag and walked back out.

Then I picked my starter.

The one I’d use to begin this little war.

I slid the bullets in smoothly, each one clicking into place. I cocked it, ready to fire. My finger brushed the trigger lightly.

"I’m not killing those bastards on my front porch," I whispered. "No blood on my tiles. That would piss me off more than anything else."

The plan had to be smarter.

Let the Tesla lead them away.

I walked to the garage, and entered my Ravager X. The engine growled the moment I started it.

I eased it forward, tailing the Tesla as it drove out ahead of me.

I made sure to stay behind at a safe distance, watching everything through my tinted windows.

The moment they saw the Tesla roll up to the gate.

The idiots jumped up instantly.

As if I’d be stupid enough to ride out alone, straight into their hands.

They pulled out their guns like amateurs—no plan, no backup.

Through the glass, I watched them begin firing like maniacs.

The Tesla sped up automatically—just like I’d programmed it to.

And every single one of them took the bait.

They chased it without a second thought.

Not one of them stayed behind.

No one thought, Maybe it’s a trick. Maybe we should check the house just in case.

They all ran after a damn driverless car like fools chasing a bone.

"How easy it is to fool pigs," I said, a smirk curling on my lips.

I followed slowly, careful not to get too close. The Tesla knew exactly where to go.

Old construction site. Shut down. No lights. No cameras. No neighbors.

Even screams couldn’t echo properly in that place.

The perfect hunting ground.

"Good," I muttered as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

They were still shooting at the Tesla, wasting bullets, chasing shadows.

The moment the Tesla stopped, they jumped out of their car like hungry wolves. Guns out. Eyes wild.

Still shooting.

Still wasting bullets.

Still acting like fools.

I killed the headlights of my Ravager X. I didn’t want them seeing me.

I watched quietly from the shadows, my engine humming low.

They had no clue someone else was there.

I tapped a button on my phone.

Boom.

Just like that—I triggered the self-destruct I had built into the Tesla.

The car went up in flames so fast, the air shook with it.

Two of those bastards were standing too close.

They burned with the car. Skin melting. Screaming.

God.

Their screams...

It sounded like music.

No—more than that.

It sounded like a song I’d been waiting years to hear.

The others stumbled back, shocked. Faces full of fear. They never saw it coming.

I slammed my foot on the gas and shot forward without warning.

Straight into the group.

They didn’t even have time to react.

Two of them were right in my path.

Bones crunched. Skulls cracked under the weight of my engine. Their bodies went flying like trash.

By the time the others looked up, I was already parked—door open, gun in hand, eyes locked on them.

They froze.

Panic took over their faces.

Real panic.

"One more step from any of you bastards... and it won’t just cost you your life."