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.

any improvised weapon that came to hand. She smashed a rocks glass across one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal

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

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

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

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from Hazel's unrelenting

seized a heavy silver platter 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 the next poor fool, doubling him over before raining down a savage series

in a

on her face. But

right now, but you chose to be here. I have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate you dirty old men who

use. Hazel was already

and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and moaning forms of

circle, surveying the carnage with a look of grim satisfaction. With a defiant sneer, Hazel snatched up her phone and hit record, ensuring she captured the inert, pitiful sight of Reeds laying in

keeping this to remember

shattered remnants of this opulent den of sin. Shards of crystal glittered in the low light like winking eyes, casualties to the righteous fury she had finally allowed to detonate. She felt as though she had gone

before 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

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

end, Marcus Green's voice carried

the club's entrance, the neon lights casting an otherworldly glow on the faces. of those in line. "Madam went inside. She said

pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in

hour?"

said," Wolf confirmed, his brow furrowing. "But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap, something about