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.

movement as she lashed out with fists, feet, and any improvised 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 directly into the grimacing face of an investor making

table, putting her hammer to good use

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

warzone of upturned furniture, shattered glass, splashes of blood and puddles of spilled liquor. Cowering and whimpering,

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and unconscious. Pivoting on her heel, Hazel unleashed a wicked sidekick into the breadbasket of the next poor fool, doubling him over before

he collapsed in a gasping

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

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

no use. Hazel was

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

in a circle, surveying the carnage with a look of grim

keeping this

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 to the spa, distressed for

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

with the pulsating rhythm of the club's music, the bass line thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. Outside, Wolf's men stood vigilant, their expressions stern and uncompromising, a

carried a weight that demanded respect. "Where

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

pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in Marcus's

hour?"

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