Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

In the chaotic, mixed crowd of the first floor of Blue Bar where pretty faces, spoiled heirs, and jaded bystanders were a nightly occurrence i

No one was ever truly surprised by anything, no matter how absurd it got.

So when Briar found herself surrounded by two brats making obvious moves on her, not a single person stepped in.

Stuff like this happened here all the time. Everyone knew that as long as the girl didn’t agree to leave with them, those two couldn’t actually force anything–not with Blue Bar’s owner backing strict house rules.

But tonight, things didn’t go the usual way. Because the hand that had reached out to grope Briar was suddenly caught and twisted back.

Right then, the music in the club came to an abrupt stop. Then a sharp scream tore through the first–floor lounge.

No one caught exactly how Briar moved, but in the blink of an eye, the rich punk who had reached for her was lifted and slammed hard onto the floor with a flawless over–the–shoulder throw.

He lay there groaning, unable to get up.

A collective gasp spread through the onlookers. That move–clean, efficient, and brutal–screamed professional training.

The other guy’s face twisted when he saw his buddy go down so fast.

They were from rich families at worst–usually, they were the ones pushing people around here, never the ones getting flattened.

“Bitch, you seriously don’t know what’s good for you,” the guy snapped, seething with anger. “You’re not leaving this place tonight.”

Briar didn’t even flinch. Even when the guy pulled out his phone and called in seven or eight big, muscle–bound bodyguards, she just leaned lazily against the bar with an almost boring expression.

“This is it?” Briar curled a finger at them, her voice cool and taunting. “Come on, all of you. It’s been a while since I had a real fight. Might be a little rusty, so don’t blame me if someone gets hurt.”

The guards grit their teeth. ‘She’s tiny and slim–how much trouble can she be?‘

They exchanged glances, then rushed her all at once, determined to teach her a lesson.

Two fists came flying at her face. Briar caught both midair, twisted down, and jerked.

A sickening pair of cracks echoed, followed by two howls of pain. She had just broken both their wrists.

Before the rest of the guards could even react, Briar’s figure blurred–and one by one, each man was kicked away like a rag doll.

One by one. All six of them–twice her size–were knocked off

“Damn!”

“Shit!”

of dead silence that fills a room when

only sound left was the groaning from the guards on the floor, clutching their

turned toward the rich guy who was

stumbled backward, his body stiff

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Chapter 29

with him, he felt like the air around him

him escape. She stepped

tell how she moved just that suddenly, her hand was around his neck

was a slender young woman, and the guy was a full–grown man–but

blurred. His feet

as he thought he was going to die, his world spun–and he was slammed

didn’t matter. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to get away

on the

were we thinking? Who the hell said she looked sweet and easy to handle? This girl’s a damn

his ankle. From the outside, the motion looked casual, like it had no weight behind

pretend to be

down slowly, locking eyes with him. “Still want to

head like crazy. “No… no

thinking about that

guy: “No!

“Still wanna take me for a ride to the

guy: “No

wanna get in bed with

“No! No, I’m sorry, it was all our fault.

question hit him like a hammer, breaking whatever nerve he had left. By

pale, sweat–drenched face. “Try acting human

guy: “Got it!

lost.” Briar finally

on it, dragging his friend with