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.

a rocks glass across one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal tumbler into another's crotch, even flung scalding hot coffee from the burner directly into the grimacing face of an investor making

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 Hazel's laughter to erupt like tiny

but she was better trained than some beer bellied old men. She easily twisted them off her and slammed trays and

rapidly devolving into a warzone of upturned furniture, shattered glass, splashes of blood and puddles of spilled liquor. Cowering and

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reprieve from Hazel's unrelenting

the temple and sending him tumbling limp and unconscious. Pivoting on her heel, Hazel unleashed a wicked sidekick

he collapsed in

when they saw the pleased smile on her

here. I have had such a bad day, how can

to beg, but it was no use. Hazel was already throwing

Hazel stood in the midst the devastation, chest heaving, muscles trembling with exertion and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and

circle, surveying the carnage with a look of grim satisfaction. With a defiant sneer, Hazel

this to

opulent den of sin. Shards of crystal glittered in the low

Hazel had gone in, The moment Marcus' sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb outside the upscale nightclub, one of his hulking guards 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 inside. "I'll be right back. You wait here," she had said to them before making

bass line thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. Outside, Wolf's men stood vigilant, their expressions stern and

voice carried a

otherworldly glow on the faces. of those in line. "Madam went inside. She said her boss called her

was a pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears

hour?"

confirmed, his brow furrowing. "But I overheard something else, too.