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

back, throwing them into the center table, putting her hammer to good use

men. She easily twisted them

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 best they could with trembling arms and hands, but

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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

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saw the pleased smile on her face. But they

how

was no use. Hazel was already throwing

halt as Hazel stood in the midst the devastation, chest heaving, muscles trembling with exertion and adrenaline.

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

will be keeping this

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 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

bass line 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 weight that demanded respect. "Where

on the faces. of

was a pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the

hour?"

furrowing. "But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap, something about handing her over to some