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 burner directly into the grimacing face of an investor making a desperate

her hammer to good use and slamming down on their knees. Sounds

bellied old men. She easily

of spilled liquor. Cowering and whimpering, the men

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reprieve from

and swung it like a axe, catching a man directly in the temple and sending him tumbling limp and unconscious. Pivoting on her heel, Hazel unleashed a wicked sidekick into the breadbasket of

he collapsed in a

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

could have been anywhere right now, but you chose to be here. I have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate

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

devastation, chest heaving, muscles trembling with exertion and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and moaning forms of Reeds and his deviant investors lay

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

will be keeping this to remember good

Hazel as she stood in the midst the shattered remnants of this opulent den of sin. Shards of crystal glittered in the low

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.

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

Green's voice carried a

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

and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in

hour?"

too.