Chapter 649

Peter's face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra's blouse.

The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on her.

Debra screamed in panic. "Help! Somebody, help me."

Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants.

"Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?"

He hadn't even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door.

"M-Mr. Lowe," Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor.

Debra let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived just in time.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. "It was her. She came onto me."

moment, Debra's wrist was cuffed to the bedpost, her face

revealing the whip marks

words died in his throat. Given how things looked, no

realized he'd been set

so many years. You

and, without hesitation, fired at Peter's leg. The deafening shot echoed in the room, followed by Peter's scream, filled

his coat over her shoulders. He then scooped

and

through the

Drake's arms, happy about

down at her.

wasn't scared,

a place in his mind. A beast like him rarely cared about

for now, he would not

her.

BUMS

Peter's, Drake's room was clean and empty. There were no decorations, no

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