Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Revenge

"What!" They all uttered at once excluding Grey and Charles. Grey's gaze was firm on Leo as if he could eat him alive. If looks could kill, Leo would be dead already.

Charles on the other hand was bitter with regrets as if it was his fault that Grey's father was killed. Maybe it was because Leo was only trying to protect him.

"Wait, I don't get something," Grey said suddenly, cutting off what Alfred was about to ask Leo. "Are you trying to say you killed my father to save me and Charles?"

Leo closed his eyes. "I did what I had to do."

"Fuck you!" Grey yelled in anger. "You killed your best friend! And you had to pretend all these times that you lost your fucking memories?" He yelled. His muscles contracted and his fists clenched beside him.

"Grey, wait, please. I need to ask him questions," Alfred threw at Grey.

Grey looked at Alfred. "Does it look like I want to figure out what he's going to say? Do you think I want to know what a liar and a murderer would say?" He barked.

He was fuming and his head was red like a burning furnace.

"Calm down, Grey." Alfred continued.

"Heck, don't say that! Leo deserves everything we throw at him!" Gregory said quickly. He was angry too. "How could he betray us? How could he work with Giovanni? How were you even able to face Rio and killed him?"

Leo looked away. "I told him everything," he cupped his face in his hands." He permitted me to go ahead. He told me the orphanage I was to take Grey to, including the woman in charge." He looked up at Grey. "I’m sorry, Grey. I’m really sorry!" The tears streamed down his face the more.

"Oh no! Sorry, that can't bring back my father! Your apology can't bring back the ten years of my life that you wasted!" He screamed.

"I know but," Leo went on his knees. "I still have to say it."

Charles looked at his father. It was at that moment that he finally realized His father's behavior before he set the house on fire. What if his father has not accepted to kill Rio, won’t that mean he won't be alive at that moment?

Yet, everything was driving him insane. Especially the fact that he tried to kill his father when his father was actually protecting him.

"Grey, we need to hear him out. He's not done. If you keep acting this way, we won't get out of here!" Alfred scolded.

Grey swallowed harder and hit his fist against the wall with a loud yelp." Fine! I'm listening!" Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Please, seat down," Jayden beseeched Grey.

Grey turned around to look at the elders with eyes almost turned ruby. "I'm not going to sit down with this murderer. If you guys try to change my mind, I'm going to leave!" He let out in a deep voice.

Alfred let out an exasperated sigh before he turned to Leo. "Why did you say that Giovanni knows who the real Hercules is?"

"Yes," Jayden jumped in. "I mean we've passed those sides. Giovanni only thinks of Grey as a mere messenger of Hercules."

Leo nodded briefly. ‘That’s right but-," he hesitated. "I told him."

And that was it!

Grey couldn't see anything again. The only thing he saw was revenge. His blood was boiling, his mind was in a disturbance.

Well, he knew what he had to do.

When he turned around again, a pistol was suddenly in his hand. "So, you didn’t only betray my father, but you betrayed me as well?"

"What the fuck! Grey!" Jayden exclaimed.

Charles stared in horror.

"Please, don't shoot!" Grey beseeched softly.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" He muttered. "I'm your boss! I'm Hercules!"

Alfred shook his head briefly but he couldn't talk. Well, Hercules was truly his boss, and going against him means huge punishment.

Grey was about to pull the trigger when he turned to look at Charles. Charles was looking at Leo with such a gaze that showed how much affection he had for his father under the facade of pretending otherwise.

His eyes slowly moved to Leo whose head was bowed and he faltered. He couldn't shoot- again!

"Michael!" A tiny voice yelled suddenly, jerking him out of his thoughts. Michael? He hadn't heard anyone call him that for so long.

"Pull that trigger, Michael and Leo won't be the only ones to die. I’m dying with him," Aphrodite dared as she stood in front of Leo.

Grey clenched his teeth. "Move Novia, move!"

Aphrodite refused. "Leo did something unforgivable but you won't shoot him. He would be punished accordingly. He would be punished according to the rules that were laid on the ground by your father," she explained.

Grey shook his head briefly. "Move Novia!" He yelled.

Aphrodite moved closer slowly while making sure that the gun was still pointing at her.

"And besides, Leo hasn't said all. He would need to stand in front of the panel."

Grey pulled the gun down.

"Why?" He started slowly, he turned towards Alfred.

"Just why? I need to know why. Why are you protecting this murderer? He killed my father and tried to have me killed!" He yelled.

"Is this because he's my father?" Charles said suddenly, standing up. They all turned to look at him.

"Are you going to spare him because of me?"

"What the fuck are you saying, Charles," Alfred started. "I just-," he was forced to a stop when Charles brought out a gun and pointed it in Leo's direction.

Shock spread across their faces.

Grey didn't know what to say. In fact, the shock kept him motionless and speechless for a while.

"Don't worry, Grey," Charles smiled even though it was faked. "I understand your anger and I'm going to take avenge you."

Gregory sighed. "Now, this is getting messier. What the fuck is this?"

"You need to put the gun down!" Alfred yelled at Charles.

Leo looked up at Charles slowly, and there was a smile on his face, even though there were tears on his cheeks as well. He could believe his son would try to kill him again but it was all the end. And he deserve it.

Charles squeezed his forehead in frustration, the tears were blinding her eyes.

"Don't kill your father!" Aphrodite yelled.

Charles shook his head briefly. "I won't!" And he turned the gun at himself, to his chest.

"No Charles!" Grey rushed forward before he could stop himself. Charles pulled the trigger very fast against himself.