How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 41&42

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND

How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 41&42

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Derek lifted his gun, his focus locked on Bianca.

His finger tightened on the trigger—

But Romeo moved first.

He stepped in fast, closing the distance before Derek could fire. A sharp kick snapped upward, striking Derek’s wrist hard.

The gun flew from his hand and skidded across the concrete. Before Derek could react, Romeo struck again, knocking the second gun free.

Both weapons hit the ground near Derek’s boots.

Romeo straightened, already raising his own gun.

“Bianca,” he said without looking at her, voice calm and firm. “Go on ahead with the plan. Let me have a chit chat with this little fella.”

Bianca didn’t hesitate. She lowered her weapon slightly, gave a short nod, and moved past them toward the building.

Derek frowned as she passed.

Little fella?

He stepped forward, trying to shift into Bianca’s path—

Romeo’s gun came up immediately, aimed straight at Derek’s chest. Romeo tilted his head slightly, eyes cold.

“Look here, boy,” he said evenly. “I’m the one you should be worried about.”

Bianca walked past Derek without a glance and disappeared into the building.

Derek’s jaw tightened as he turned fully to face Romeo.

“So let me guess,” Derek said. “The last time she came here… you ordered her to do it?”

“You can say that,” Romeo replied.

Derek let out a short, bitter laugh. “So you didn’t do anything to her when you found out she was my spy?”

Romeo scoffed. “You must be stupid to ever think she was on your side.”

Derek’s hands curled into fists, his shoulders tensing.

“I should’ve known,” he said through clenched teeth. “There was no way she’d ever betray you.”

He lifted his head, eyes burning.

“But that doesn’t matter anymore. My goal now—” He took a step closer.

“…..is to kill you, Romeo.”

Derek moved first.

He drove his foot forward, kicking hard. Romeo’s gun was knocked clean out of his grip, clattering across the concrete. Derek didn’t pause. He lunged immediately and swung.

The punch landed before Romeo could fully shift back. It caught him across the jaw, snapping his head to the side. Romeo staggered a step, boots scraping.

Derek pressed the attack.

Another punch came in fast, then a third. Romeo blocked one with his forearm, the impact stinging up his arm, but the next one slipped through and hit his ribs.

Derek stayed close, forcing him back, giving him no space to reset.

“You’re fast,” Romeo muttered, absorbing another blow as he raised his guard. “I’ll give you that.”

Derek didn’t answer. He swung again, aiming for Romeo’s face.

Romeo caught the wrist this time. His grip tightened. He twisted Derek’s arm outward and slammed his elbow into Derek’s shoulder.

Derek grunted but didn’t go down. He tried to pull free—

Romeo stepped in and drove a punch straight into Derek’s stomach. Then another to the face. Derek stumbled back two steps, blood already starting to leak from the corner of his mouth.

Romeo followed.

A hard kick sent Derek into the wall. Romeo didn’t stop. He landed two more punches to Derek’s jaw and ribs, each one forcing the air out of him.

Derek swung back wildly, but Romeo blocked it and shoved him off.

Both men broke apart for a second. Derek’s eyes flicked to the ground.

Both guns were nearby.

They reached at the same time.

Derek grabbed his first and raised it, backing up as Romeo picked up his own. They faced each other, guns up.

Romeo fired.

The shot tore past Derek’s side, scraping his arm. Blood spilled instantly.

“Agghhh!” Derek hissed, clutching his arm as he staggered back.

He didn’t stand his ground. He turned and moved fast, ducking behind a concrete pillar and retreating toward the building entrance.

Another shot rang out, hitting the wall just inches from where he’d been.

Derek disappeared inside.

Romeo lowered his gun slightly, watching the doorway.

“This is boring,” He said flatly.

Inside the building, Derek leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Blood dripped from his arm onto the floor. He spat, red staining the concrete.

“Tough bastard,” He muttered.

He straightened, gripping his gun tighter.

Whatever Bianca came here to do—he had to stop it first.

Then he pushed himself forward and moved deeper into the building.

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[ 2𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 – 9pm]

Kai was patrolling the island, scanning the area, when one of his men approached, saluting sharply.

“We’re done, Boss. All ammo destroyed. Every man on the island is dead,” the soldier reported.

Kai nodded, his eyes narrowing. “Casualties?”

“A few of our men didn’t make it,” another replied.

Kai exhaled slowly. “Finish cleaning up here. I’ll get Intel on the other island.”

He turned, walking toward a quiet corner of the warehouse, reaching for a smoke.

“Boss.”

Kai froze. Danzo’s voice cut through the air.

Danzo instinctively raised his gun and pulled back his mask. The realization hit Kai — Danzo wasn’t one of his men.

Before he could fire, a sharp impact knocked him from behind. Martin had struck him, and Kai hit the ground hard.

“Where’s the car?” Danzo demanded, gripping Kai’s arm and dragging him across the concrete floor.

From the garage, Martin had already started the engine. The car screeched to a stop as they reached it.

“Give me a hand,” Danzo barked.

They forced Kai into the boot of the car, securing him tightly. The doors shut. Martin accelerated, the vehicle sliding out of the garage.

Outside, Kai’s remaining men watched the car depart, confused.

“Boss must be going to report to the other clans,” One of them muttered. “Let’s finish up here.”

Inside the car, Martin glanced at Danzo. “Where are we headed?”

Danzo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “To the seaport. A ship’s waiting.”

Kai shifted in the boot, struggling against the ropes, eyes burning with rage, but the car moved too fast, the island already fading behind them.

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[𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲 – 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 – 9pm]

Bianca moved through the building with her gun held low and steady, back pressed briefly to the wall as she listened.

Gunshots echoed from deeper inside. Screams followed. Then shouting. Hunter and Tiago were already engaged somewhere ahead. Their men too. She didn’t stop to think about it.

She turned a corner and saw Three men.

They were mid-conversation about how to attack Hubter and Tiago, their rifles hanging loose.

One noticed her a second too late.

Bianca fired first.

The first man went down with a shot to the chest. The second raised his gun, she stepped in fast, kicked his knee sideways, and fired into his throat before he hit the ground.

The third rushed her. She let him get close, smashed the butt of her gun into his face, then pulled the trigger.

Silence.

She stepped over the bodies and moved on.

Her backpack was heavy but familiar against her shoulders. She slipped into the next room, shut the door quietly, and knelt.

She pulled out a bomb from her bag and fixed it into position, wired it cleanly, then moved to the next corner.

She stood, checked the connections, then zipped the bag.

“Seventh one. Three more to go,” She muttered.

She opened the door and checked the corridor. Clear.

Bianca moved fast, heading downstairs. The space opened into the main lounge, wide and exposed.

Click. She heard the click of a gun.

She stopped.

Slowly, she turned.

“You snake!” Matteo snarled, gun aimed straight at her.

“Hello there,” Bianca said calmly. “We meet again, Matteo.”

“You and your clan aren’t getting away with this.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to say that.”

They heard a voice.

Hunter walked into the lounge from the side corridor, gun raised. Tiago followed right behind him.

Matteo’s eyes widened just a fraction.

Before anyone could move, more men rushed in, Derek’s men—spreading out, guns up, surrounding them.

Hunter glanced at Bianca without turning his head.

“Go ahead, Bianca,” He said calmly. “Tiago and I will handle this.”

She didn’t argue.

Bianca turned and ran, disappearing down the hall as gunfire erupted behind her.

—
Bianca stepped out of the lounge through a side exit and kept moving until the noise behind her faded.

She was at the back of the island now.

The area was unfinished—half-built structures, exposed concrete, steel rods sticking out of walls, piles of planks and debris scattered everywhere. No cover. No men in sight. Just wind and distant gunfire from inside the compound.

She lifted her hand and tapped her comm.

“I’m almost done planting the bombs,” she said quietly.

Romeo’s voice came through, low and controlled. “Good. Be careful. I still haven’t seen Derek. Stay alert. We’ll meet later.”

“Okay,” she replied, then cut the line.

She adjusted the strap of her backpack and headed toward an incomplete building ahead. She needed to pass through it to reach the other side of the island.

Bianca climbed the stairs, boots scraping against concrete. The upper level was open, no railings, just a high platform overlooking sand below. She moved toward the edge, preparing to jump down—

A gunshot cracked.

The impact knocked the weapon clean out of her hand. It skidded across the concrete and disappeared over the edge.

“Finally found you, bitch!” Derek’s voice rang out.

Bianca turned sharply.

He stood on the opposite side of the platform, gun raised, a vicious grin on his face.

“I don’t have time to talk to you,” she snapped.

He laughed and lowered the gun, tossing it aside. “Sure. I won’t use a gun. That way you won’t complain to the devil that I didn’t give you a fair fight.”

He rushed her.

Bianca blocked the first strike, but the force sent her stumbling back. He was fast. Stronger than she expected. She drove her elbow into his ribs, but he barely flinched.

His fist caught her across the face, splitting her lip. She tasted blood immediately.

She swung again. Landed a hit to his jaw. He grunted, staggered a step, then slammed his knee into her stomach. The air left her lungs as she crashed to the ground.

Derek kicked her hard in the side and she landed on her back to the floor, her head hitting the ground. Before she could stand, Derek used a nearby plank in the ground and struck her ribs three times.

“AGGHHHH!!”

Pain exploded through her body. She rolled, coughing, blood running down her face.

He stood over her, laughing.

“You fought well,” He said. “Maybe I’ll have a taste of you before I kill you.”

He knelt, reached for her shirt—

Bianca moved.

With the last strength she had, she shoved both hands into his chest and pushed.

Derek lost his balance.

He went over the edge.

“Arghhh!!” His scream followed him down as he crashed onto a heap of planks below.

Bianca didn’t hesitate.

She dragged herself to her backpack, fingers shaking, pulled out an explosive, armed it, and hurled it over the edge,down at him.

The blast shook the structure.

The force threw her backward off the platform. She hit the ground hard on the other side, rolling across sand and debris.

Wood and concrete rained down. Something sharp drove into her side.

She screamed once, then bit it back.

A wooden shard was lodged deep in her ribs. Blood soaked through her clothes.

Breathing hard, Bianca grabbed her shirt, tore a strip from it, and pressed it hard against the wound.

Her hands were slick with blood, but she held it there, teeth clenched, refusing to scream.

“Romeo…” she whispered.

She pushed herself up, legs shaking, and started walking—dragging her feet away from the wreckage, one painful step at a time.

_______
[Inside]

Tiago moved first.

He raised his weapon and started firing, moving left to right, forcing Derek’s men back. One went down near the pillar.

Another tried to rush him and caught a bullet in the chest. Tiago advanced without slowing, switching magazines and finishing the rest at close range.

Hunter didn’t look back.

Matteo stepped forward, gun raised, jaw tight.

“You all really have the guts to attack us?” Matteo snapped. “You’re underestimating us.”

Hunter didn’t rush him. He kept his stance relaxed, gun steady.

“No,” Hunter said calmly. “We didn’t underestimate you. We’re just smarter.”

Matteo scoffed, finger tightening on the trigger.

“Bianca knows your numbers increased after you wiped out other European clans,” Hunter continued. “But that also means your men aren’t all on one island.”

Matteo hesitated.

Hunter took a step closer.

“So ask yourself,” he said, “why you’re not getting reinforcements right now. Why no weapons are coming in. Why no backup’s answering your calls.”

Matteo’s eyes widened slightly.

“Exactly,” Hunter said. “Because other clans are hitting your men on every island at the same time. You’re cut off.”

Matteo fired.

Hunter moved fast, knocking the gun aside as the shot hit the wall. He slammed his elbow into Matteo’s face, cracking his nose. Matteo stumbled but swung back, landing a punch to Hunter’s ribs.

They closed in.

Matteo tried to overpower him, throwing heavy punches, backing Hunter toward the wall. Hunter blocked most of them, took one to the jaw, then grabbed Matteo by the collar and drove his knee into his stomach.

Matteo gasped.

Hunter didn’t let up. He slammed Matteo’s head into the wall once. Twice. Blood smeared across the concrete. Matteo tried to raise his gun again.

Hunter disarmed him with a sharp twist, sent the gun skidding across the floor, then grabbed Matteo by the hair and smashed his head into the wall again.

Matteo dropped to his knees.

Hunter picked up his own gun, stepped back, and aimed.

Matteo looked up, blood running down his face, barely conscious.

Hunter didn’t hesitate.

He fired.

Once. Twice. Again. He emptied the magazine into Matteo’s head until the body went still and slumped sideways onto the floor.

Silence followed, broken only by distant gunfire elsewhere on the island.

Hunter lowered the gun, breathing steady.

“Hm,” he muttered. “Guess we’re done here.”

Tiago walked up beside him, checking the room.

“All their men are down, reports also came in frome” Tiago said.

Hunter nodded once and turned toward the exit.

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[Outside]

Romeo stepped into the open hallway just as the first wave of men rushed him.

Then the second.

Then more.

They poured out from doorways, stairwells, corners of the building. Too many to count at first glance. Easily fifty.

Romeo didn’t retreat.

He raised both guns and opened fire.

The first man went down before he finished lifting his weapon. A shot straight through the head. The second caught a bullet mid-step and collapsed forward.

Romeo kept moving, firing in short, controlled bursts, never wasting a round.

Two men charged from the right.

Romeo kicked the closer one hard in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. He pivoted and shot the second point-blank in the head before his finger touched the trigger.

More came.

Romeo advanced instead of backing up. He fired, stepped, fired again. Heads snapped back. Bodies dropped.

Guns clattered to the floor. Blood sprayed the walls, smeared across the tiles, pooled under his boots.

A man tried to flank him from behind.

Romeo spun, slammed the butt of his gun into the man’s face, breaking his nose, then shot him twice in the head before the body hit the ground.

Another lunged.

Romeo ducked, kicked the man’s knee sideways, and fired upward. The man fell backward, dead before he hit the floor.

Bullets flew everywhere — walls, pillars, doors shattered, but none touched him. Every shot aimed at Romeo missed. Every shot Romeo fired landed right where he wanted it.

The hallway became slick with blood. The walls were streaked red. The air reeked of gunpowder and metal.

One by one, they stopped coming.

Silence crept in slowly, broken only by the sound of bodies settling and blood dripping onto concrete.

Romeo lowered his guns.

Around him, men lay scattered across the floor, piled near doorways, slumped against walls, faces blank and lifeless. Not one of them was standing.

He exhaled.

“What a drag,” Romeo scoffed, stepping over a body as he moved forward.

Romeo rounded the corner outside the main building.

Bodies were everywhere. Blood smeared the concrete, soaked into the dirt, streaked up the walls where men had slid down and died. Smoke still hung low in the air.

Derek stood ahead of him.

He was limping. One side of his face was burned raw, skin blistered and blackened. His clothes were torn, half his body marked by soot and blood. But he was still standing.

Still alive.

Romeo slowed to a stop and looked him over.

A smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Guess she pulled a fast one on you.”

Derek spat blood onto the ground.

“Shut up.” He dragged one foot forward. “You planned this well. Hitting every island at once. Forcing us into defense while you remain on the offensive side.”

Romeo tilted his head slightly. “You’re still talking?”

Derek clenched his jaw. “I’m saying you’re a pain in the ass.”

Romeo sighed. “Talking to you is a drag.”

Derek roared and charged.

He grabbed a broken plank from the ground and swung it hard. Romeo stepped in instead of back.

The plank slammed into his shoulder, wood cracking on impact. Romeo barely flinched.

He drove a fist straight into Derek’s ribs.

Something cracked.

Derek grunted but swung again. Romeo caught the plank mid-air, yanked Derek forward, and smashed his head into his knee.

Derek staggered back, coughing blood.

Romeo didn’t give him space.

He punched. Once. Twice. Again. Each hit landed clean — face, jaw, stomach. Derek tried to block, tried to swing, but Romeo was faster now.

Derek slammed the plank into Romeo’s side. Romeo grabbed it, ripped it from his hands, and broke it over Derek’s head.

Wood splintered. Derek collapsed to one knee.

Romeo grabbed him by the collar and started hitting him. Over and over. Fists connecting with flesh, bone, teeth. Blood sprayed across Romeo’s knuckles, ran down Derek’s face.

Derek swung wildly. Romeo caught the punch and twisted his arm until Derek screamed. Romeo kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying backward into a concrete barrier.

Derek hit it hard and slid down, gasping.

Romeo walked toward him, calm, controlled, eyes cold.

That’s when he heard it.

“Romeo.”

He froze.

He turned his head.

Bianca was limping toward them from the side path. Her face was bloody. Her clothes torn. One hand pressed to her side, red seeping through her fingers.

She was barely upright.

“Bianca….” Romeo said, his focus breaking.

For a split second, his guard dropped.

“What the fuck happened to you—!”

Romeo rushed to her, hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her against him. Blood smeared instantly onto his shirt.

“Romeo—” Bianca’s eyes widened when she saw his face, panic flashing through her pain.

Behind them, Derek lay on the ground, half-burned, shaking, his hand scrabbling across the concrete until his fingers closed around a gun.

“Die, you bastard!!”

Romeo barely had time to turn and dodge.

BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.

Seven shots rang out.

Derek emptied the magazine, screaming as he pulled the trigger until it clicked dry. He fell back, clutching his ruined body, howling as the pain finally swallowed him.

Romeo stood frozen.

Bianca stood directly in front of him.

Her eyes met his. Steady. Soft.

She smiled.

“Why…?” Romeo’s voice broke. “Bianca… why?”

She coughed hard.

Blood poured from her mouth, soaking into his chest as her body collapsed against him. Romeo caught her just in time.

Seven bullets.

The back of her head.
Her neck.
Three straight through her spine.
Two at her waist.

Romeo’s knees gave out.

He dropped to the ground with her cradled in his arms.

“No—no—no—no—”

Bianca’s breathing was shallow. Every inhale hurt.

“I couldn’t… stand it,” she whispered. “Seeing you… get hurt. I couldn’t.”

Romeo shook his head violently.

“Does it look like I can’t handle myself?!” he yelled, voice cracking. “Why would you do that? Why would you put yourself in front of me?!”

Her lips trembled into the faintest smile.

“You know… I would… literally… die for you.”

“Shut up!” He snapped, he didn’t even notice the tears streaming down his face.

“I didn’t ask you to do that! I didn’t ask! Didn’t you promise me? Didn’t you promise no one leaves the other?! We were gonna fucking get married! Why?! Why did you do this?!”

With what little strength she had left, Bianca lifted her hand.

Her fingers brushed his cheek. She cupped his face gently, like she’d done a hundred times before.

“Of course… I promised,” she whispered. “But maybe… in another life… Romeo.”

“No.” He shook his head, pressing his forehead to hers. “No. I’m getting you out of this island. Stop talking. Just—stop.”

She tightened her grip on his hand, stopping him from lifting her.

Her head shook weakly.

“I wish… we were given more… chances,” she murmured. “To actually… be together.”

Her eyes glazed slightly, but she forced them back to his.

“I really hoped… I would find love… and a place… I could call home… after my mom and dad died…”

Her breath hitched.

“But I guess… happiness… wasn’t really… meant for me… was it?”

Romeo broke.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his shoulders shaking.

“Stop. Stop saying that,” He sobbed. “You can’t just leave me like this. I fucking fell in love for the first time and you’re going to let me suffer like this?! Bianca—don’t you dare!”

His tears dropped onto her face.

“I love you… Romeo,” she whispered.

Her hand slipped from his cheek.

Fell to the floor.

“No… no… no…” Romeo whispered, clutching her tighter. “Please… please…”

She didn’t answer.

And for the first time in his life—

Romeo screamed out of raw pain and agony.

Romeo slowly lifted his head. Derek was still alive.

Burned. Broken. Laughing.

A wet, choking laugh dragged out of his throat as blood bubbled at his lips.

“Finally,” Derek spat. “A bi+ch like her didn’t deserve to live.”

Something inside Romeo snapped clean in half.

He stood up.

No rush. No hesitation.

He walked toward Derek with a stillness that was worse than shouting. His boots crunched through blood and debris.

He reached down, grabbed a fistful of Derek’s half-burnt hair, and yanked his head back.

“How dare you,” Romeo said, voice shaking with fury. “How dare you.”

He slammed Derek’s head into the concrete.

Once.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Bone cracked. Blood spread fast, splashing up Romeo’s face, his hands, the ground beneath them. Derek’s laughter turned into gurgling sounds that barely resembled breathing.

Romeo didn’t stop.

He smashed his head down again and again until something gave way, until there was nothing left but blood, broken bone, and silence.

“Die,” Romeo growled. “You bastard. Die.”

Footsteps rushed in.

“Romeo—!”

Hunter and Tiago skidded into the open space and froze.

Bianca lay on the floor.

Still.

Covered in blood.

Hunter’s gun slipped slightly in his grip.

“No…” His voice broke.

He rushed forward and dropped to his knees beside her, lifting her gently into his arms.

“Bianca,” he whispered. “No, no, no… hey—hey open your eyes.”

Nothing.

Tiago stood a few steps back, staring, his chest tight. “She’s… she’s dead?” His voice came out hollow.

Hunter shook his head hard, tears spilling down his face. “No. No, she can’t be.”

He brushed her hair back, his hands trembling. “Hey, Bianca… don’t do this. Come on. You’re stronger than this.”

Tears slid freely down his face now, dripping onto her bloodstained clothes.

Romeo was still standing over Derek’s ruined body.

Hunter looked at him.

He didn’t say anything.

He knew better.

In all the years he’d known Romeo, he had never seen him like this.

Never.

“Die…!” Romeo snarled one last time, letting Derek’s body fall limp to the ground.

He turned.

Walked back to Bianca.

Dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

“Hey… wake up,” he whispered, rocking her slightly. “Bianca… hey…”

His voice cracked.

“You liar,” he said, shaking. “You lied to me. I hate that you f+king lied to me.”

Tears spilled down his face, landing on her cheeks.

“You should’ve gone back. I shouldn’t have let you come here. I shouldn’t have—”

His grip tightened around her.

“I thought we made a promise,” he sobbed. “Nobody leaves the other. Nobody.”

He pressed his forehead to hers.

“You promised me,” he whispered. “You f+king promised me.”

The dam broke.

Romeo threw his head back and screamed.

“AGHHHHHHHH—!!!”

𝐓.𝐁.𝐂.