The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 246

Chapter 246: Chaos

Mr. Reed blubbered incoherently, his words lost a torrent of sobs and pleas for mercy.

in Hazel's patience wore thin, and she twisted his hand, drawing, another apprized wall from his Hips.

"Jenny!" he finally gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Someone named Jenny called me, said there was an opportunity I couldn't refuse."

Hazel's expression hardened, her jaw clenched in silent fury. With one final, bone-crushing squeeze, she released Mr. Reed's mangled hand, letting him crumple to the floor in a heap of whimpering misery.

The investors cowered in the corners, too terrified to even breathe, lest they draw Hazel wrath upon themselves.

For a split second the room was utterly silent, the other men looking on in stunned disbelied

"Don't worry, I have to beat a few of you and I will feel better," Hazel said with a cold smile.

Moving with blinding speed, she snatched up her oversized work tote and swung it like a mace, cracking one of the dumbstruck investors directly across the face. He went down with a strangled cry as Hazel whirled on the others, droplets of Reeds's blood spattering across her crisp blouse.

One of the men, some bald man in a ridiculously expensive suit, finally seemed to find his senses as he lurched toward the door, to escape. But Hazel was on him in a flash, grabbing him by the coiffed hair and slamming his head down onto the bar with a bone-crunching thud.

"How can you leave now? We just started," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

He crumpled to the floor, completely senseless.

one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal tumbler into another's crotch, even flung scalding hot coffee from the

slight mad laugh escaped her lips as she saw them struggle. She grabbed some back, throwing them into the center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down on their knees. Sounds of screaming rang out. Inviting

trained than some beer bellied old men. She easily twisted them off her and slammed trays and glasses into

of blood and puddles of spilled liquor.

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reprieve from

tumbling limp and unconscious. Pivoting on

in a

they saw the pleased smile on her face. But they had specifically

day, how can I

use. Hazel was already throwing anything and everything that moved or made a

relentless barrage ground to a halt as Hazel stood in the midst the devastation, chest heaving, muscles trembling with exertion and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and moaning forms of Reeds and his deviant investors lay scattered about in twisted, undignified

or gurgling cough from the semi-conscious. She slowly turned in a circle, surveying the carnage with a look of grim satisfaction.

be keeping this to remember good

the low light like winking

leaned forward from the backseat. "We're here, Mrs. Green," he rumbled in a gravelly voice. Hazel had walked over to the bouncers and was let

bass line thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. Outside, Wolf's men stood vigilant, their expressions stern and uncompromising, a barrier between the seedy underbelly of the city and the world beyond. Wolf's phone buzzed, and he answered it swiftly,

Green's voice carried a

on the faces. of those in line. "Madam went inside. She said her

was a pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in Marcus's mind."

hour?"

furrowing. "But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap, something about handing her