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The chubby man, Mick, who had just been splashed with wine squinted his eyes. “If you dare lay a hand on Mr. Hill, you’re asking for trouble.”

Natasha tapped the jagged half of the shattered glass bottle in her hand. The sharp edges glinted menacingly, making everyone uneasy.

Mick instinctively stepped back, afraid Natasha might impulsively drive the broken glass straight into his skull.

Whatever happens later can wait. Debts get settled the same night. Let’s deal with this one first,” Natasha said coldly.

Right on cue, Sadie moved to block the other side. She lifted the corners of her lips. “Gentlemen, please.”

A tall, skinny guy in glasses, Gideon, his face flushed with humiliation, barked out, “They’re just two women. What the hell are you afraid of? Let’s take them down together.”

The men exchanged glances. ‘Yeah, we’re all men–strong, broad–shouldered. What’s there to be

fraid of? No way two little women could actually handle us, right?‘

Turned out, they really couldn’t handle them. Sometimes people should trust their instincts.

Five minutes later, the so–called tough guys were lying on the floor groaning in pain.

No one could’ve guessed these two women, who looked so delicate and frail, were actually trained ighters. No wonder they’d been so confident from the start.

Under the eyes of Natasha and Sadie, the battered group limped back to the booth, supporting one nother like wounded birds. They sat down in a row, quiet as quail, downing glass after glass of iquor.

Matthew had been up to no good from the beginning, and every drink on that table was the trongest liquor he had specially ordered.

Before long, the guys–already worn out from nights of drinking and women–were flushed,

anting, and slumping sideways.

Sadie still wasn’t satisfied. Smiling with her eyes, she waved to the bar owner who had finally

ppeared now that the fight was over. “Here! Double the drinks!”

She pointed at Matthew, who was still sprawled on the floor. “Put it on Mr. Hill’s tab,”

Boredly counting empty glasses, Natasha didn’t forget to add, “Mr. Hill is a generous man. Make sure you add tonight’s damages to the bill too.”

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“Got it. Coming right up.” The bar owner, who usually gave no one any special treatment when it came to troublemakers, answered with rare cheer.

Knowing exactly who had her back, he felt no guilt at all ignoring the frail VIP lying on the ground.

heirs looked miserable. “Ladies, we’re begging you, we really can’t drink

drinking with injuries?‘

drinks down others, how

up. Drink,”

at her own cocktail, strolling over to where Matthew lay on the dirty

she pointed to Mick and Gideon. “You two–pick him

the couch.”

to escape the liquor, the two hurried to obey–until they

at Matthew. “Sit on

fully twist in horror, Natasha turned to the chubby one. “You–wrap your arms around his waist

He begged, “Lady, please,

could

it? Or do

in his eyes. He knew

Natasha, who looked just as calm and ruthless, and the two reluctantly got

sight was pure shock value.

for getting away

themselves to death than

acting as director, silently signaled her disapproval whenever they slacked off,

Natasha said to

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lower. Bury your head into his neck a little–yeah, keep your

Looks intimate.

men were nearly in

the rest of the group–who thought they’d escaped–were also forced into “artistic” group

and disoriented, would have preferred

whole thing silently, staying

through the shots and

here,

smiled modestly.

them were passed out and Matthew’s “injured” act had nearly expired

the bar owner was unusually attentive. He even sent staff along to the

and casually

reply came quickly. [When was this? Is

Natasha: [Tonight. Staged.]

fine as long as it’s

I’ll handle the rest. Let’s

an old, uptight, image–obsessed

they leaked, Matthew’s chance at