Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 369

South Bay Fire Station

James had just slipped out of his uniform, ready to text his wife and ask if she needed a ride home, when the call came in. The relaxed warmth in his eyes vanished in a heartbeat, replaced by a razor-sharp focus that could cut through steel. The laid-back vibe he usually carried was gone. In its place was a chilling intensity that made the whole room feel colder.

He didn’t hesitate. “Will!” he barked toward the door.

Will had been goofing off with the guys, but at James’s voice, he was instantly on his feet. “Here, James!”

James’s voice was flat and all business. “Grab two others, gear up, and come with me. Now.”

“Yes, sir!” No questions, no delay. Will picked out two teammates on the spot.

They didn’t head for the regular equipment room like usual. Instead, they slipped down a back hallway and into a plain, unmarked storage room hidden deep in the station. As soon as the heavy steel door slammed shut behind them, the whole vibe changed.

Inside, there were no fire hoses or axes. Just rows and rows of guns gleaming cold under the lights. The walls were lined with tactical gear of every kind, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

Underneath their rescue uniforms, these men never really stopped being soldiers. On the surface, they were the firefighters everyone called heroes—the ones who ran into burning buildings and saved lives. But when the masks came off, their real identities showed: they were part of the country’s most secret and deadly special ops team.

Whenever the nation or its people were in danger, they were ready to drop everything, pick up their weapons, and take down any threat.

It took less than five minutes for the four of them to reappear, completely transformed. They were dressed head-to-toe in black tactical suits that hugged every line of muscle. Ballistic helmets and black masks covered almost their entire faces, leaving only their eyes visible—ice-cold, sharp, and striking enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

The aura they gave off was pure steel. The kind of presence that could make the bravest criminal lose their nerve.

A black, tricked-out SUV rolled up to the door. The team moved in perfect sync, not a word wasted, loading up with effortless precision. The engine growled to life, and they tore off toward the private airstrip.

City Police Headquarters

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