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"Locked in my room." "Locked?... Just don't worry. I'll be there before you know it." "Yes, just hurry up. I'm so scared." The room door badge open. I jump, frightened by the sound. I snap my head behind me at the door where Collins stand. The sight of him makes me shiver in fear. My hands shake but I try to keep hold of my fone. I watch his eyes move away from me to my hand which held my phone . He looks away from it back at me with furrowed brows then he matches to me angrily and snaps it out of my hold. I try to stand and get it back from him, but before I know what's happening, the unexpected take place. He slapped me. Hard and loud enough to echoe in the room.

he still tries to object as I push past him with so much force that he stumbles down the stairs and falls with one loud thud against one of the giant speakers. My temper has hit a flare, and all I can see are stars flickering in my eyes. The world feels as if it has started to spin at an incredible speed. My body is trembling so goddamn bad that I can barely move my feet. Chaos is about to erupt, and I am going to be the center of it. And what else is center is Colton that sees me coming towards him, it only takes him but two seconds, and he is in front of me trying to prevent me from going into that office.

My question hangs in the air when the guy reappears with two glasses containing clear content. "Force it down their throats without willing a single drop" I skeptically watch the guys hold us down and I frantically shake my head. No. It shouldn't be what I am thinking, please God. "No. Julio...." I quickly shut my mouth when the glass is brought to my lips. The strong men roughly hold me in place and forcefully open my mouth.

My pride was telling me not to abide him, but my goddamn legs moved as what he told! I didn't lose my bad temper with him until I finally got close. My chest throbbed as he stared at me intently. Sitting on the motor, our vision leveled. I saw dark flames in his eyes, the one that would haunt you forever if you try to go against it. I will almost fall backwards. "You're not going to get yourself drunk tonight, Audrey," he said in a lower tone but still sound threatening. He put his black helmet on his lap, and he himself wore a white helmet on me. I pursed my lips tightly, scared to make any stupid reaction. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment.

I leaned back slowly in my chair, watching him carefully while the room emptied around us. “ They're not wrong either,” I said quietly. His eyes lifted toward mine immediately. “You are becoming dangerous.” The silence after that stretched longer than it should've. Imran looked away first, rubbing tiredly at his jaw before muttering, “You say that like it's a good thing.” “In this world?” I said calmly. “It is.” He shook his head once, standing from the chair while gathering the papers scattered across the table. “You know what the fucked-up part is?” He said quietly.

“I want you to help me, and only temporarily. Consider it repayment for the Kingston situation. You fix my problem, we’re even. No more debts. No more favors.” It was a trap. It had to be. Get me inside his company, learn my secrets, find my weaknesses, so he could put me under his thumb. But… it was also a challenge. And a part of me, the part that was still that hungry girl on the street, itched for the fight. To prove I could walk into his world and not just survive, but conquer. “How long?” I asked, my voice all business. “With your… skills of persuasion? Maybe, a few weeks. A month at most.”

Then, he bent down and grabbed his ankle. “Did you just try to run, huh?” Taza shook his head wildly. “No no, I didn't, haaaa!” He screamed when Marco diced two of his toe nails. Then, he wiped his knife on his trousers, cleaning it. “Don't run away from me anymore.” He said, a sadistic glint in his eyes. “I won't.” Taza cried, his eyes fixed on the blood spurting out where his toe used to be. He wasn't even feeling the pain. The adrenaline didn't make him feel it but fear is a bastard.

Her wide blue eyes had betrayed a flicker of fear, but there was something else—defiance. Most people wilted under pressure, but she didn’t. She fought it, which made her dangerous and intriguing. The night stretched on as I waited in the penthouse, the silence heavy and oppressive. Rory hadn’t called yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Boss?” I turned to see Rory, my most trusted enforcer, approaching from the shadows. His thick frame moved with surprising stealth for a man his size.

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!