Chapter 4
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One of the three people was a gorgeous guy, probably in his twentics. He couldn’t hold back a cold laugh.
His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Be your bodyguard? Fine, whatever. But three million a year? Who’re you trying to lowball with that?”
This pretty guy was Brynjar, one of Raven’s inner circle and a member of “the Triad” from “Valhalla“, a global military force. People call him Brynjar “the Blade.”
Dane’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous spark flickering in them. “If that’s your answer, you’re finished.”
The words barely landed before he charged at Brynjar, moving quick.
“Ugh!” A rough sound slipped out.
But halfway through his attack, a burning pain tore through his right arm.
He looked down–his tailored suit sleeve was slashed open.
Underneath, a deep cut stretched nearly the length of his forearm.
Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric fast, the wound so severe you could glimpse bone.
Sweat dotted his forehead, the pain hitting hard.
But Dane wasn’t soft.
Even with his arm throbbing, his expression stayed steady, almost unnaturally calm.
Brynjar spun a small, finger–sized knife between his fingers, smirking.
“I said three million’s not enough. And with moves that weak, you thought you’d get the drop on me?” His tone was almost lazy.
“Who are you?” Dane forced out through clenched teeth.
The pain
made every word
a struggle for him.
He’d trained under a combat master since he was young–his skills ranked among Bastion’s best, no question.
Even the city’s top fighter couldn’t hit him that fast.
But this guy? Dane hadn’t even seen the strike coming.
For a moment, he’d felt death graze him.
Brynjar gave a short laugh. “You? You don’t get to know
my
name.”
With a quick flick, a rope tightened around Dane’s wrist, locking him in place.
“Boss, what’s the call?” Brynjar asked, glancing at Raven, his voice easy now.
Raven, still focused on Zach’s blood bag, barely lifted her eyes.
“He’s so set on saving his fiancée, huh? Bring her in,” she said, her tone even.
“You got it, boss,” Brynjar replied with a nod.
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Thirty seconds later, he dragged in a pale, trembling Madeline.
Then he dropped her on the floor without a hint of care.
She hit the ground hard but crawled to Dane’s side, brushing off the pain
“Dane, who are these people? I’m scared!” she said, her voice quaking like a frightened animal’s.
Seeing her so shaken–eyes wide and frantic, like a deer in a trap–Dane felt his chest tighten, a slow pressure building
He wanted to reassure her, but the words wouldn’t come.
For the first time, he felt powerless, like a tide pulling him under.
Raven, working on the first tube of Zach’s blood, glanced up again.
She sized Madeline up for a moment, then let out a dry chuckle.
“Huh,” She scoffed, “I thought the fiancée of Bastion’s big–time CEO would be some jaw–dropping beauty. Not this bimbo
type.”
Dane’s already tense face grew stormier, anger flashing in his eyes.
His fist tightened so hard his short nails bit into his palm, nearly drawing blood.
No one insulted his woman like that. She had no business saying it.
“Dane, I’m not—I’m not what she said!” Madeline stuttered, her pale lips trembling. “She’s a woman too–she shouldn’t talk about me like that!”
Her voice broke, and she grabbed his leg like it was her anchor.
She stayed on his good side, blind to the bloody wreck of his arm.
To her, this was just another business clash between Dane and his opponents.
She figured she could pull her usual trick–complain a little, nudge Dane, and watch the issue disappear. It’d worked plenty of times.
Anyone who’d badmouthed her before? Vanished after she “mentioned” it to him.
This woman talking trash right in front of Dane? Madeline was certain Raven was done for–and probably not in a pretty
way.
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