Chapter 9: The Challenge

The atmosphere in the club shifted as Azrael's cruel command hung in the air. The surrounding customers glanced over, their curiosity piqued by the tension that crackled between the two men.

Some employees, who were familiar with Azrael's reputation, exchanged worried glances. They knew better than to interfere, but concern etched deep lines on their faces.

The waitress, trembling with a sense of fear and defiance, stood her ground. With a quivering voice, she responded, "I-I can't do that, sir. It would be inhumane. It's not right to treat someone like that."

Scoffing, Azrael's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

In one swift motion, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across the waitress's cheek.

The force of the blow caused the delicate glass to slip from her grasp, the bubbling liquid cascading onto the table and floor as she cowered from the impact, tears welling up in her eyes as pain radiated through her cheek.

"Bitch!" Azrael spat, hi