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.

by one. All six of them–twice her size–were knocked off their feet like bowling

“Damn!”

“Shit!”

kind of dead silence that fills a room when everyone forgets how to

sound left was the groaning from the guards on the floor, clutching their ribs and writhing in

she turned toward the rich

guy instinctively sensed danger. He stumbled backward, his body stiff

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Chapter 29

like the air around

She stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, while the guy’s

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

was a full–grown man–but somehow, she was holding him up

of his lungs. His vision blurred. His feet kicked helplessly in the air, but

die, his world spun–and

care. All he wanted was to get

crawling backward on the floor, desperate to

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

his ankle. From the outside, the motion looked casual, like it had no weight behind it—but to him, it felt like a

guy was too freaked out to even pretend to

with him. “Still want to take

his head like crazy. “No… no

“Still thinking about that presidential

“No! Definitely

“Still wanna take me for

“No

get in bed with

sorry, it was all our fault. Please,

hammer, breaking whatever nerve he

sweat–drenched face. “Try acting

guy: “Got

lost.” Briar finally lifted

it, dragging his friend with him. Without