Holden Sterling: The Sterling Brothers Billionaire Saga BWWM Book 1

Episode 84: Holden (Storm winds Raging Part 1)

Few hours later after the attack at the hotel....

My brothers and loyal comrades fought with bravery as we made our escape from the hotel. With adrenaline coursing through our veins, we sprinted out of the building like Batman on a mission. I quickly assessed my fellow men for injuries and found that only two were wounded. Clay was bleeding heavily from his left shoulder, while Bruce was clutching his leg in agony. That bastard Salvador had tried to take us out, but now it was time for him to pay.

"Nicholas," I barked, "call Dr. Victor immediately and tell him to meet us at the compound with medical supplies." My voice dripped with anger and determination as we prepared to seek revenge on Salvador. He must have a death wish, that stupid fuck. Vince drove the SUV, 87th on the speedometer, while I texted Eriola to see if she was sleeping.

Our mansion compound came into view, and a sense of familiarity and comfort washed over us. Dr. Victor was already waiting for us in the guest house, armed with his trusty medical bag and his usual grave expression. He quickly tended to Bruce and Clay's injuries, skillfully stitching up wounds and staunching the bleeding.

While he worked, I gathered all my top advisors in the war room for a meeting. The lingering smell of gunpowder filled the air, along with an undeniable tension that could overpower anyone not accustomed to it. The room was filled with tension and anger as I stood at the head of the table, flanked by my brothers Nicholas and Alexander. Our group included Vince, Ivan, Cole, Elliot, and Karl - men who had stood by us through thick and thin.

"Gentlemen," I began in a low voice, addressing the hardened faces in the room, "our enemy has shown their hand. They tried to take us out tonight, but they failed." I paused, my eyes scanning over the room, making sure every man understood the gravity of the situation. "Salvador has declared war on us, and we will not stand idly by."

Taking a seat at the grand mahogany desk that dominated the room, I could feel the weight of responsibility and vengeance resting heavy on my shoulders. My men were all gathered around me, sitting on plush leather couches and armchairs. The air was thick with determination and a sense of brotherhood.

"I'm going to call that son-of-a-bitch," I growled, pulling out my phone and dialing Salvador's number with a furious intensity. "And let him know he is a dead man."

Salvador's number rang, the tension in the war room seemed to escalate. The men all exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of steely resolve and silent fury. I could see the fire burning in their eyes, a hunger for vengeance that matched my own.

Finally, the call connected, and Salvador's voice came through the line, arrogant and taunting. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the mighty Holden. I must say, you put up quite a fight back there. But we both know how this will end."

I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip on the phone. "You've made a grave mistake by coming after us, Salvador. There will be consequences for your actions tonight. I only wanted to have a peaceful conversation with you, but you chose to escalate it into a battle. We could have found a resolution tonight."

Salvador laughed mockingly. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. You and your little band of misfits think you can take me down? I'd like to see you try. Son, with just one phone call, I could end your life. Have you forgotten who I am? I am the most powerful Don's of New York and Italy. I could easily take control of your small town without batting an eye."

I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me, threatening to boil over. But I kept my voice steady, cold determination cutting through the air. "You've unleashed hell upon yourself, Salvador. Prepare for the war."

As I hung up the phone, I could see the same steely determination on my team's faces that I felt in my own heart. "Gentlemen," I address them, "I gave that bastard 24 hours to leave our town. But we all know he won't listen. Tomorrow night begins the final confrontation with Salvador and his men. We will dismantle their empire and leave nothing but dust in its wake. No mercy, no exceptions. We unleash hell upon our enemies."