Natasha's offer is quite appealing that the onlookers, especially the male folks, both old and young, are so intrigued. "Just the thought of watching her do the dishes is enough to make my day," they think, their minds wandering to the image of Natasha bending over a sink, her backside in full display, and their mouths water, so pushed to help her, but as soon as their gazes land on Luca, they sigh and dismiss the idea, the majority of them backing several meters away as they don't want Luca thinking they might actually be considering the idea."So none of you is willing to help me!" Not being able to hold back her emotions as she sees their actions, Natasha breaks down in tears, her body shaking uncontrollably.She did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this cruel fate, but here she is about to pay the price for another's sin just because she is poor and has no one to stand up for her. As tears stream down her cheeks, her eyes turn red and puffy, and she feels a crushing sense of hop
Jordan gives a dismissive shrug, unperturbed by Luca's anger. He sits down next to Natasha and passes her a glass of wine before shooting a look of defiance at him. "My earlier statement should have been clear enough," he says coolly. "Why should I answer such a foolish question?"He crosses his leg, adopting an air of nonchalance. "If you have hearing issues then I suggest you go visit an otolaryngologist, I'm not one."Nevertheless, if holding onto the thought that I spoke out of the influence of alcohol would soothe your overbearing ego, then feel free to hold onto it for as long as you wish. As for your second question, I'm a free bird and as such, I do whatever I want.""I must admit that I'm quite impressed by your sheer courage," Luca retorts with a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nonetheless, I have to let you know that there are moments one's actions become acts of stupidity. I know you want to play a hero and rescue the lady in distress, but you should know wh
Luca's underlings stop in their tracks, their gazes turning to where the voice came from and at the sight of the owner of the voice, their jaws drop. In the doorway stands a tall, muscular figure, his frame imposing and intimidating. He is clad in a black leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his overbearing muscles, and a large, intricate tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo is a mix of skulls and crossbones, with flames licking up the side of his arm. His dark hair is slicked back, and his dark eyes are piercing and cold. His jaw is set, his expression unreadable, but there is no mistaking the danger he exuded. His presence fills the room, his sheer force of will palpable.It's quite normal that Jordan keeps an indifferent front and as such would never care about whoever it is at the door...But things are different this time around as he is quite intrigued, which is because whoever it is had managed to stop the brewing brawl with just the sound of his voice and instil
"Who's the ballsy asshole brave enough to hit the Mafia boss's son?!" Shadow roars, his eyes turning fiery with anger, and his features contorting into a furious scowl. Shadow wasn't happy to begin with as he had walked into the bar to see people raising hell and causing a scene, which was tantamount to flouting his boss's rules. Luca's words were just the straw that broke the camel's back. This is his boss's turf yet someone not only went against his rules but was so brazen to beat up his brother on it! It was nothing more than a blatant insult to his boss! A menacing aura bursts out of his body and descends all over the place, causing the temperature of the bar to plummet to several degrees and sending chills running down the spines of Natasha, the onlookers, Luca's underlings, and even Luca himself. And in the blink of an eye, the noise level in the bar drops to absolute silence, with the only sound that can be heard being the thumping of the terrified onlookers' hearts. No one
At Shadow's remark, the silence in the bar becomes absolute, to pin-drop, punctuated only by the sound of a few shocked gasps. The eyes of everyone except Jordan, who has but a smirk playing on the corners of his lips, are as wide as saucers, and no one can quite believe what they just heard. Shadow's conciliatory tone seems to run counter to everything they know about him, and his willingness to put the incident behind him is unexpected, to say the least. It's as if the entire room is holding its breath.Benjamin's mouth is so wide open that an egg can fit in and he is frozen in place, unable to move or speak. It's just as if he had seen something out of a fantasy novel. Something he never believed was possible.Everyone else in this bar might have only heard about Shadow's ruthlessness, but he had been opportune to experience it on several occasions! This is the same man, who, a few years back, had snapped a certain young's man head only because he mistakenly stepped on his shoe
Caught between the two bosses, the thugs are in a state of panic, not knowing what to do. If they listen to Shadow and leave, they will be disobeying Luca, the Mafia boss's brother. But if they follow Luca's orders, they will be defying Shadow, their true boss.They stand there, frozen, their faces reflecting their inner turmoil.Seeing this, Luca's face darkens. He is the Mafia boss's brother! Why would they not do what he wants? "What's wrong with you idiots?" He barks, glaring daggers at them. "Are you trying to push me over the edge?"Hah!" He grits his teeth, his face flushing red. "If you want me to get you to do my bidding the hard way, I swear, it won't go well for you assholes! So if you still want to leave here alive and intact and not regret anything, then you better start acting!"Get me that bitch right now and beat that punk into a pulp! Actually, nope, I've changed my mind. I don't want you guys to just beat him into a pulp, I want you to break all his limbs! I want this
With Natasha's directions, the Uber driver pulls up to the curb in front of her house after riding for a few minutes. Without further ado, Jordan pays him and they climb out of the car, making their way towards the front door of Natasha's house.Natasha's house is a modest two-story building, nestled in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The exterior is painted a soft beige, with white shutters framing the windows and a small porch with a swing. A well-tended garden flanks the front walkway, blooming with colorful flowers. It is not grand or luxurious, but it is cozy and inviting, a place that feels like home."Nice house," Jordan remarks with a smile."Thanks," Natasha smiles back at him.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they arrive at her front door. "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Taking a deep breath, Natasha turns to Jordan and asks, her cheeks flushing beet red down to the root of her hair.This is the first time she would be inviting a man into her hou
"This is as far as I can take you, Sir," as the middle-aged driver pulls over to the curb a few miles away from Black Dragon Company, he says, his gaze dropping over to the building looming over in the distance.A chill runs down his spine and he quickly drags his eyes away from it, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Ahem," he coughs, trying to compose himself before adding with an apologetic sigh, "And I'm sorry the ride took longer than it normally should."Jordan's eyes narrow as he looks at the driver, his tone cold and irritated. "You should make sure to get your car fixed," he says, tossing him his payment and stepping out of the car. "Not everyone is going to be as patient as I was."The ride was intended to take at least five minutes, but due to car troubles, it ended up being a tedious twenty minutes! That had really gotten on Jordan's nerves, no matter how calm he usually is."I'm truly sorry, Sir," noticing Jordan's displeasure, the man apologizes yet again. "You sh