Chapter 89 In Danger
“Yvonne, I’m heading to the restroom,” Rachel called out, making sure her voice
carried over the music.
“Alright, go ahead. I’ll wait for you,” Yvonne replied, throwing herself into the next dance, her body moving effortlessly to the pulsing beat.
The rhythm consumed her, every sway and turn more uninhibited than the last.
Behind her, two men exchanged a knowing glance–this was their chance.
One of them reached out, his hand creeping toward her waist. But before he could make contact, a sharp crack filled the air as his wrist was wrenched backward at an unnatural angle.
A blood–curdling scream tore from his throat.
Yvonne, though rusty, still remembered the self–defense techniques she had learned
years ago.
And this? This was basic.
“You disgusting creep!” she spat, twisting his arm further, her voice a deadly mix of anger and control. “You thought you could put your hands on me? You’re about to regret ever being born.”
The man’s face twisted in agony. “I–I’m sorry! I made a mistake!” he gasped, his body doubling over. “Please, just let me go! I swear I’ll leave! I won’t come near you again!”
Yvonne scoffed, “Leave? That’s it? You think I’m just gonna let you walk away? Men like you don’t stop. You prey on women because you think you can get away with it. You need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong one.”
Rachel immediately caught on and pulled out her phone. “I’m calling the police,” she said firmly, tapping at the screen.
Panic flashed across the man’s face, his skin turning ashen.
Before Yvonne could tighten her grip, he dropped to his knees, his body shaking. Tears streamed down his face. “Please, miss! I’m begging you! I have an elderly mother, kids
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at home! If I get arrested, they’ll have no one to take care of them! I was a fool to offend you. Please, show some mercy! Give me a chance to make things right!”
He gulped, his tone turning desperate. “My mother–she’s over eighty! If I go to jail, she’ll have no one to care for her. I swear on my life, I’ll never do something like this
again!”
Yvonne and Rachel exchanged a glance, momentarily uncertain.
But before either could respond, the man caught sight of his reinforcements slipping
into the crowd.
His expression shifted in an instant. Gone was the sniveling act, replaced by a sneer.
“Get them!” he barked. “These two dared to mess with me–teach them a lesson!”
Within seconds, a group of men swarmed in, their presence pressing in on all sides.
Yvonne instinctively reached for Rachel’s wrist and pulled her behind her. “You don’t know self–defense. Stay behind me,” she ordered, her voice steady despite the tension knotting in her gut.
This was her mess; there was no way she’d let Rachel get hurt because of her.
Rachel, however, kept her cool. Subtly, she pressed the emergency call button on her phone and switched it to speaker mode.
One of the men caught the movement. His eyes narrowed. “She’s calling the cops! Grab the one in the back!”
At his command, several of them lunged toward Rachel, their hands reaching to snatch
her away.
But Rachel reacted fast, shouting their location into the phone before stuffing it into
her pocket.
Her quick thinking only fueled the group’s fury. Their eyes burned with hostility, their rage palpable.
“You really think you can call the cops and walk away?” one of them growled. “You’ll regret that. Grab her!”
A man lunged toward Rachel, his hand raised, ready to strike.
The scene erupted into chaos.
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But Yvonne immediately stepped in front of her, her stance unwavering. “Stay behind me,” she murmured, her
voice calm despite the storm closing in.
“Look at that,” one of the men scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk. “Such touching loyalty.”
His expression hardened. “Take the feisty one down first.”
With a flick of his hand, his lackeys rushed at Yvonne.
She fought them off at first, her self–defense training kicking in. A punch here, a quick dodge there–she held
her ground.
But there were too many. As more of them swarmed her, her breath grew heavy, her limbs slowing.
Even as exhaustion crept in, she squeezed Rachel’s hand and forced a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We… we’ll get through this.”
“Hah! Got some fight in you, huh?” one of the men chuckled darkly, his leer deepening as he reached for her. His intentions were clear, his gaze hungry.
Yvonne’s pulse pounded, but she refused to let fear take hold.
Then, without warning, a rough hand clamped onto her wrist and yanked her forward.
She stumbled into a firm chest. Fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head up.
How over
“Tsk, tsk,” the man murmured, his breath reeking of alcohol. His eyes roamed over her with sickening amusement. “What a body. What a face,” he taunted, his smirk dripping with arrogance.
“It’d be a real shame to mess up that gorgeous face.”
His lips curled into a cruel smirk as he flicked the cigarette between his fingers. “I’ll give you one chance,” he went on, his voice laced with mockery. “Drop to your knees and beg for my mercy. Maybe just maybe I’ll let
this slide.”
Yvonne’s glare burned with defiance.
“Over my dead body! I’d rather die than lower myself for scum like you!” she shot back. “You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash!”
Her sharp words sent a spark of rage through him.
With a low, dark chuckle, he exhaled a puff of smoke, the cigarette glowing ominously between his fingers as
he strode toward her.
“This is your final warning,” he murmured, his voice taking on a deadly edge. “Ignore it, and you’ll regret it.”
Yvonne’s hands curled into tight fists.
Terror crept up her spine, but she forced herself to stand her ground. She knew his type–he had no intention of letting her go, no matter what she did.
As the smoldering tip of the cigarette inched closer to her skin, her pulse pounded in her ears, panic clawing at
her chest.
And in that moment of helplessness, only one name filled her mind–Norton.
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Across the club, the staff stood frozen, watching in uneasy silence.
Their faces showed a mixture of fear and resignation.
This wasn’t the first time they’d seen something like this.
Especially not from this gang, ruthless, merciless, and known for leaving no debts unsettled.
Even the manager, after a single glance, chose to remain silent.
“It’s two young women this time. They’re so beautiful… Shouldn’t we step in? This is just cruel,” one of the
staff members murmured.
The manager let out a weary sigh. “Do you have any idea who they’re up against? Those men… even I wouldn’t
dare cross them.”
He was telling the truth.
Every city had its untouchable tyrants and these men were among the worst.
But then, the staff member’s eyes lit up with realization. “Wait! I think these two might have powerful
connections.”
The manager frowned, unconvinced. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw the car they arrived in earlier. No ordinary person could afford it. I even took a picture.”
The manager scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “What do you know about cars?”
But as the staff member bent down to retrieve his fallen phone, the screen lit up- and the manager caught a
glimpse of the image.
His breath hitched; his face went pale.
Meanwhile, the man gripping Yvonne’s wrist sneered, “Since you won’t beg for mercy, let’s see how much you
can take.”
He brought the smoldering cigarette closer to her cheek, the heat searing the air between them.
Just as the glowing tip was about to touch her skin, a deafening crash shattered through the room.
The man flinched, eyes going wide–as cold beer and glass shards rained down over him.
Behind him, Rachel stood rigid, gripping the broken bottle in her trembling hands.
Her eyes burned with fury, sharp as daggers, her flushed face twisted in barely contained rage.”
