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.

weapon that came to hand. She smashed a rocks glass across one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal tumbler into another's crotch, even flung scalding hot coffee from the burner

saw them struggle. She grabbed some back, throwing them into the center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down

trained than some beer bellied old men. She easily twisted them off her

was rapidly devolving into a warzone of upturned furniture, shattered glass, splashes of blood and puddles of spilled liquor. Cowering and whimpering, the men shielded themselves as

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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

collapsed in a

smile on her face.

have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate you dirty old men

use. Hazel was

the 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

carnage with a look of grim satisfaction. With a defiant

be keeping this

as she stood in the midst the 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

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

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, his gruff voice cutting through the

end, Marcus Green's voice carried a weight that

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

hear the gears turning in Marcus's mind." An

hour?"

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