The Wrong Woman

Chapter 16

“Thanks for dropping me off.” As soon as the car rolled to a stop, Suzanne said her thanks and got out quickly with her purchases. She slammed the car door behind her and strode over to a shabby house.

There were two ruffians smoking in front of the house.

Nathan could tell at a glance that Suzanne’s destination wasn’t typical. The ruffians outside were clearly standing guard.

He told the driver to call for backup before getting out of the car and following Suzanne.

The two ruffians seemed to know Suzanne. They let her in easily but stopped Nathan when he tried to follow.

Nathan pointed at the door. “That woman you just let in is my wife. Let me in with her.”

One of the ruffians smirked. “Samuel’s sister is your wife? You’d have better luck telling me I’m your fucking father, mate.”

Nathan had no desire to keep the conversation civil; he knew that people like these only answered to violence.

Eyes darkening, he clenched his fists and struck quickly.

His powerful blow struck the ruffian in the back of his head. He knocked him out instantly.

The other ruffian panicked. He tried to reach for the knife behind him, but before he could draw his weapon, Nathan punched him. He collapsed to the ground and writhed in pain.

Nathan fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands as he walked through

the door.

corridor and emerged into a dim casino. The place was crowded with all

the corner drew his attention.

the crowd and was shocked

was covering a man’s head; Suzanne herself was hitting him with the baseball bat with all her

screaming in pain on the ground while trying to get the sack off

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she beat him mercilessly. She seemed like she had every intention to

the crowd attempted to help the man. They just

sister

to the frontiers and you lived to come back, you’d probably

“Good job!”

“Hey, Samuel’s sister, he still owes me a lot of money, you know. Are you going to pay back his debts if you

and

when her arms got tired. Drenched in sweat, she stopped

stopped, Samuel pulled off the sack and roared, “Who the

her furious expression,

escape from that place?

You’re home?” he spluttered. He heaved himself up despite the pain.

me by my name any longer. Yes, I’m alive, no thanks to you. From now on, you’re

several limping steps back. He was terrified, but he tried for a smile. “Suzanne, there’s really no need for death threats. We’re