Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 227

Hamilton carried Natalia out of the room, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

Killian was hot on his heels, calling out, "Mr. Fowler, Mr. Henkel."

Victor, who had been kicked nearly senseless by Hamilton, was finally coming around.

He managed a scoff despite the pain.

"Hamilton, are you seriously going to throw down with me over a woman? Don't forget, our families go way back!"

Hamilton's expression was as cold as ice. He stepped forward and kicked Victor out of the way, his shoe pressing down hard on Victor's throat.

"What did you drug her with?"

Victor's eyes widened in fear.

He realized Hamilton wasn't messing around.

"Hamilton, you're really going to do this over a woman?"

With more force, Hamilton pressed down, and Victor felt a terrifying chokehold.

"What did you drug her with!" Hamilton repeated sternly.

Victor's face turned beet red as he struggled for air.

"Got it from the black market. No antidote. It'll fry her brain if left unchecked."

A flash of pain crossed Hamilton's eyes. He tightened his grip around Natalia, then, in a burst of fury, kicked the lying Victor away.

"Keep an eye on him. I'll deal with him personally later," he said, then turned his red eyes to Ronin.

"Mr. Joyner, could you check the room for any hidden cameras or mics? Victor's known for his wild parties. Don't want any footage leaking." Ronin clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed on Natalia in Hamilton's arms.

"Hamilton, you better not touch her, you hear me!"

to carry Natalia

elevator, Natalia became restless from the drug's torment, seeking

hot. I feel awful,"

scent, mingled with the drug,

at her

moving. Be good," he said, his voice

couldn't control

they reached their suite, Natalia was all

pulling her close and kissing

hated himself for

have Natalia by his side again,

he'd rather she hate him later

her gently, his

can I help you

Natalia was beyond

tearing fabric and the splash of hot water, their

the marks on her from Victor's abuse, felt his

Victor!

unsatisfied, clung

now shirtless, pressed her against the

want

was clouded by the drug, stronger than anything

me," he insisted, his touch

waiting for her response, Hamilton lifted her, seeking

he would

mix of desire and anger

and intense,

Natalia rest, his feelings a complex web of satisfaction and fury. Donning a

Victor?" Hamilton asked into the phone,

furious voice

you do to Natalia? Taking advantage

a cold laugh escaping

I hadn't taken advantage, Mr. Joyner,