Chapter 6

ANGEL'S POV 

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” Vic asked the moment we entered his car. 

He didn't speak a word after I confirmed his words earlier and dragged me to the car instead with a scowl. I couldn't understand why he was angry. 

Shouldn't he be happy that I was able to stop the betrothal? 

“I did as you asked,” I reminded him. 

Vic closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You acted on your own without informing me.” 

“But the outcome was still the same, right?” 

His glare was enough to freeze the Atlantic ocean.

When he lifted his hand, I shrunk back subconsciously in fear, thinking he was about to hit me. 

He halted at the last minute and lowered his hands slowly to my face. 

“Don't ever act without my permission again.” He patted my cheeks before sitting properly on his side. 

I didn't reply. I rolled down the window and looked at the buzzing city in the night. The air hit my face and calmed down my nerves. 

When the driver pulled up at the clubhouse, I was shocked.

“Aren't you taking me home?” 

Vic ignored me and came out of the car, holding a cigar in-between his fingers. I wasn't a fan of smokers, but a mundane action felt so sexy when he did it. 

And with that feral look on his face. I couldn't help but stare as I came out too. Unfortunately I wasn't the only one who thought so.

A lot of ladies walking into the club stopped to stare at him too. A gnawing feeling to act like a real girlfriend filled me so they wouldn't set their eyes on him.

Yet I did nothing like that.

Instead I followed him inside quietly.

As we entered the elevator, a sexy young lady joined us. She went straight to placing a kiss on Vic's cheeks.

“Who made you angry, my love?” 

Excuse me, miss. Was I invincible? I wanted to ask. 

“Take your hands off. Not in the mood.” Vic pushed her to the side.

Now, this was awkward. The elevator finally reached the top and I rushed out like my pants were on fire.

“Wait for me in the vip room,” he said before walking away with the sexy lady. 

I watched them leave and wondered if that was the kind of woman he liked. Bold and sexy. I wasn't bold. Not sexy.

I just had a pretty face. 

What was I thinking? I pushed away such forbidden thoughts and went to the vip room. The room I first learnt who Vic was. 

The moment I entered, I regretted it. The pungent smell of smoke suffocated the air, with half naked women wrapped around the arms of Vic's men. 

I looked away, reminding myself to mind my business. These men were as dangerous as Vic. I tried to find a seat when I felt it. 

A slap on my ass. My body went still.

The men laughed. 

“Such a fine amount of ass,” a loud voice echoed.

My face burned from the embarrassment but I said nothing and turned to leave when a strong hand grabbed my wrist.

“Where are you going? Aren't you here to keep us company?” The man pulled my arm while I struggled.

“Let me go!” I pushed his arm away and was about to run when I twisted my ankle, falling to my knees. 

The man didn't stop. He grabbed a handful of my hair, causing me to cry out in pain.

“Feisty, I like it.” He placed a disgusting wet kiss on my cheeks.

“I'm gonna have fun with you tonight. When I'm done, my brothers are going to take turns too.”

He grabbed a stack of dollar bills on the table and hit my face with it. “This is an amount you could never make in a year. Now, be a good girl and please me.” 

The men around us cheered him on. The women looked away like I wasn't there.

Still, I struggled.

This was the group I had gotten myself into. This despicable, barbaric gang. 

“Grab her!” 

Two men grabbed me and pushed me on my back. I laid hopelessly and watched as the man unbuttoned his trousers. My heart was beating so fast. 

Tears ran down my eyes. Was this really happening? 

He lowered himself and grabbed the tip of my gown, which had rode up due to my struggles.

“Stop!” The door opened with a bang.

Vic had arrived. 

The moment he saw the man on top of me, he pulled out his gun from the holster and shot him. The sound echoed. 

A hole formed in between the man's forehead and he fell lifeless on me. The two other men holding my arms and legs hurriedly let go of me. 

Immediately I pushed the lifeless body away, his blood had already ruined my dress. I gagged at the sight.

I had never seen a dead man before. He was shot right in front of me. Oh my God. 

What had I gotten myself into? My hands began trembling.

I didn't realize when Vic got close to me until I was suddenly lifted into his arms. 

My first instinct was to struggle.

“Hey, it's me,” he whispered. “It's okay.” 

I looked at his face with blurred vision filled with tears. 

“He…. He…” the words couldn't come out of my throat. 

Vic pulled me tighter to himself. 

“It's okay.” 

“Cut their hands off,” he ordered in a cold voice. 

I didn't even want to know who he meant and closed my eyes as he carried me away.

Minutes later, I felt him placing me on something soft and tensed up again. My grip on his neck tightened. 

“Don't worry. No one will be able to come here. You're safe.” 

Safe? 

I let go and fell on a bed. I wiped away the tears in my eyes and looked at him. 

“Vic,” I called softly. “I want out.”