Falling into Her Trap of Love

Somewhere in a dark alley in the borderlands of Mostovia, a loud voice rang out. "Grab her! Don't let her get away!"

Even though it was in the middle of the night, the streets were still brightly illuminated. A dozen people in black were chasing after a slender young woman, Quinn Jowell.

"Damn it. These people are asking for it." Seeing that the men were hot on her tail, Quinn stopped abruptly and grabbed a long metal pole that was about three feet long.

"Give us that thing!"

In just the blink of an eye, the dozen men in black surrounded Quinn and trapped her. Their faces were twisted into ugly scowls as they came closer to her.

"You want it? Come and get it, then!" Quinn shouted.

She had a dark hoodie covering her face, so none of the men could see her expression. However, her voice sent a shiver down their spines.

Blood was still flowing out of her arm where she had taken a bullet earlier. She had to end this. Fast.

One of the men with a long scar on his face turned to a blond-haired guy and ordered, "Grab her and search her body!"

Blondie shuddered slightly. This young woman wasn't someone anyone would want to mess around with. She was a madwoman who fought back like she wasn't afraid of death itself.

"Hurry up!"

Blondie couldn't do anything else but obey as he walked toward Quinn. However, before he could even get close to her, she struck the back of his head with the long metal pole.

"Come on, let's grab her together!" Scarface shouted in fear.

There was a crazed look in Quinn's eyes. She never held back when it came to fighting.

However, these men had been chasing her for hours. After three hours of running, she was starting to feel exhausted.

She used the metal pole to hit a six-foot-two-inch-tall man to the ground. With a whirl of the pole, she then hit another man harshly in the crotch.

The man immediately grabbed his crotch and fell to the ground with a loud howl.

Quinn figured she could make a run for it now. She didn't want to continue fighting if she could help it. So, she turned around and disappeared into another dark alley.

She was losing too much blood. She wouldn't be able to hold out if this went on. But she could never let those men get their hands on what they were after.

Before they could catch up with Quinn, she threw the metal pole down and took off her dark hoodie.

Underneath the hoodie was the perfectly curvaceous figure of a lovely young woman in a black tank top. Quinn hurried forward as she undid her hair and let it cascade down her shoulders.

Then, she quickly slipped into Seduction, one of the most famous nightclubs in the dark little alley.

The men in black soon reached the place, but they stood at the door to the nightclub in hesitation.

Although Seduction was a nightclub, the person who owned it was someone they didn't dare to offend. They had heard rumors that the owner of Seduction was a ruthless man who spared no one and nothing to get his way. Even the leaders of Mostovia were very wary of him.

"What should we do?" one of the men asked.

"A few of you will stand guard out here, and the others will follow me in. Even the owner of Seduction will have to show a speck of respect to Mr. Griffin."

Seduction was filled with people dancing wildly to the music in the middle of the night. No one paid any attention to Quinn, who had suddenly slipped in just now.

A while later, Scarface barged into Seduction with some of his men in tow.

Quinn hurriedly pushed the door to a private room open and slipped in.

The lights were turned off in the private room. Quinn leaned against the back of the door. She was exhausted after spending the past three hours fighting for her life.

However, a split second later, she suddenly felt a looming sense of danger behind her, thanks to her sharp senses.

She quickly dove to the side. Nonetheless, a tall and burly man managed to catch her by the wrists and forcefully pin them above her against the wall.

"Let go," Quinn growled in anger.

"Who told you to come in here?"

Even though Quinn was exhausted, she could still tell that she was facing was a very dangerous man.

This wasn't the time to get into another brawl. So, she decided to relent and spoke in a softer, lower voice.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know that this private room was already occupied. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll leave immediately."

Still, the man refused to let go of her wrists.

"Sir, I really didn't know that you were in here. You're hurting me," she whined.

Quinn's voice was as soft as butter. It whetted the man's desires that he had painfully managed to suppress just a minute ago.

"Fuck off."

Quinn couldn't see the man's expression in the dark. However, she could tell from his voice that something was off about him.

Was he also a victim of some sort?

This was Seduction, after all. Anything could happen within these walls.

Quinn's next thought was to flee. She had to stay away from this dangerous man. With that thought in mind, she ran over to the door and grabbed the handle.

However, when she caught sight of Scarface outside, she hurriedly closed the door again.

"Why are you still here?"

He had given her a chance to leave. If she stayed, he couldn't be held responsible for what happened to her next.

"Scarface, I hear noises inside."

Quinn heard the voice outside the door. She could tell that the men outside were going to force their way into the private room.

She quickly went back to the man and pushed him back against the wall. Then, she pressed her mouth against his and kissed him.

The man hadn't expected that Quinn would be so bold as to kiss him by force.

Quinn then leaned into the man's arms and whispered in his ear, "Please help me. They're coming after me."

"Why should I help you?" the man asked emotionlessly.

A knifepoint immediately jabbed the man in the chest.

The corners of the man's mouth curled upward. Quinn had some nerve to threaten him like this.

Just then, the door was kicked open. Quinn hid herself in the man's arms but still held the knife against his chest, not daring to let her guard down.

Scarface barged into the private room with his men. The first thing he saw was the man and woman embracing and kissing inside.

Although Quinn's back was to him, Scarface couldn't help drooling at the sight of her exposed shoulder blades. She had her long hair hanging down her shoulders like a silk curtain. He could barely contain the lust surging within him.

"Fuck off!"

The man wrapped an arm around Quinn's tiny waist. Despite how tough she was, her body was soft to the touch. It woke up a sadistic urge within him to tease and destroy her.

Just then, the manager of Seduction, Lee Jameson, hurried over when he heard the commotion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Patterson. I'll get the bouncers to throw them out."

Lee's forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat. The Xavier Patterson he knew had never liked women approaching him. How dare this woman throw herself at him like this?

He got the bouncers to grab Quinn and drag her out. However, before they could even lay a finger at her, Xavier glared at the bouncers and scared them away.

"Throw these bastards out of this room," he said icily.

"Yes, Mr. Patterson." The bouncers immediately moved toward the men in black instead.

"Mr. Patterson, Mr. Chance Griffin sent us here," Scarface immediately said, revealing his cards.

"Chance Griffin? Who the fuck is he? Throw them all out."

Scarface wanted to retort, but the bouncers from Seduction were no ordinary bouncers. They immediately drew their guns and aimed them at Scarface, forcing the whole lot of them out.

Lee then hurriedly closed the door to the private room behind him.

Seeing that Scarface and the others were gone, Quinn finally heaved a sigh of relief. She was completely exhausted at this point.

"Thank you." No matter what, Xavier had still helped her today.

However, in the next second, Xavier immediately grabbed the knife from Quinn's hand.

"Since I helped you, I think it's only fair that you return the favor. Don't you think so?" he said, biting down on Quinn's ear.

"How do you want me to return the favor?"

"You stole a kiss from me just now, didn't you? To be fair, I'm stealing it back from you."

Quinn was speechless.

"Mr. Patterson, what kind of women do you like? I'll get someone to give you what you want."

Quinn wanted nothing more than to push this dangerous man away and leave the room. However, she just couldn't push him away, no matter how hard she tried.

"Mr. Patterson, you—"

"But I only want you," Xavier replied as he started reminiscing about the kiss they had just shared. Quinn's lips were soft and smooth, just like her body.