Maria J In anger, I had ended Lance's call. I didn't bother to go home to get changed or take a bath since I was already late for work. I went straight to the club thinking of how to start avoiding Lance. This was getting worse because how could he beat someone so badly without mercy and also chop off his fingers? James was unrecognizable, he looked like someone who was beaten by a whole army. Again, I ask myself where this set of men learned their skills from. Stepping down from the car, I paid the taxi driver and went inside the club through the back door. I stepped into the dressing room to see the other ladies arrange themselves quickly, causing me to raise my brows at them. What was it they were doing before I stepped in? I wasn't in the mood to respond to them so I ignored them and went to my locker. A frown formed on my face when I noticed that my locker had been tampered with. The lock was broken. Slowly I opened it and couldn't find my costume inside. “Hmm” Now I see w

Lance's finger gestured for me to come to him. He was sitting at his usual spot close to the end of the club. I think he chose that spot so he could leave whenever he wanted without much attention. There was always attention though. I narrowed my eyes on him, I just came up on stage and he wanted me to come to him, I won't do that. I needed to entertain everyone first.Twisting my waist seductively, my eyes were fixed on him but I didn't dare to close. The crowd continued to scream as I danced. I raised one of my legs stretching it up for my hand to touch while it was still in the air. Turning around after dropping my legs, I began to twerk, the crowd threw money at me. Going down on my knees, I moved in steady motion as if I was fucking a lady on the ground. This caused the crowd to scream, turning the entire club upside down. I was about to get up from my position when someone pulled me by my panties, “My boss promised to pay triple to have you on his bed. How much? State your p

I was dropped down in front of Lance, I ignored him and turned to the Becker,“Don't ever in your fucking life do that with me again. Do I make myself clear? How dare you?” I yelled and the man bowed in respect. I rolled my eyes at him before turning to Lance, who caused my breath to hitch when I met his eyes. He wasn't looking so good, he looked upset. No, not upset, he was angry, filled with rage. His eyes were dark, his lips set in a straight line, he had a cigarette in between his lips, his hand inside his pocket. “Lance…” I called when I noticed he wasn't going to say anything. He was just going to stare and it's been more than five minutes of staring. “Mmm Red?” He answered“I want to go back inside” “Why?” He asked back. As he questioned, he began to move closer to me while I forced myself to take steps back. “Mr Lance….”“It's Lance” he corrected and I nodded. “So you want your cousin to die?” He asked me with raised brows. I was going to respond to him when we heard a

Lance's POV “Arghhhh!” I roared so loudly as I inserted my claws into my already closed skin to tear it back open again. Because I had spent too much time, the bullet wound had closed up leaving me with a fresh smooth skin, only I know would cause complications if I don't take the bullet out. I didn't have to drive a long distance before I parked the car to get the bullet out yet the wound was already closed up. “Arghhhh!” I groaned as I searched for the bullet inside my shoulder with my left fingers. I felt the small mental and finally pulled it out, causing a gush of blood to follow. A sigh escaped my lips before throwing the bullet out of the window. It's a good thing it wasn't a bullet with wolfsbane, it would have spread greatly by now. Reversing the car, I drove back to her house to check up on her. My mate was fond of causing trouble. There is absolutely a day filled with peace when it comes to her. It was trouble from home to work at the restaurant and then to the club.

I got to work and immediately pulled out my phone to call Lance. I can't believe he did that to an old man. That man was harmless, he even had a heart attack and was in the hospital. What was the need to kill the man? “My Love” I clenched my jaw at his words, he was fond of doing this when we were on call. “I can see that you are completely fine now” I replied, rolling my eyes. “How did you know? I am absolutely fine” he answered and I nodded even though he was not there with me. Trying to calm myself down so I don't yell, I inhaled and exhaled severally before asking,“What did you do to the old man?” “I killed him” he answered in a nonchalant manner, making me frown. Wasn't he concerned? Doesn't he have a conscience? “Lance, you cannot just go about killing pe—”“I told you, I don't spare people like him. Death was a way of escape, dear. It could be worse” What could be worse than death? Although I didn't ask that, I didn't bother to. I just wanted to know if he was remorsefu