Can’t Win Me Back

"Sir!" Sheryl shouted.

She was just about to get to Justin's side when two shots were fired near her feet. Screaming, she dropped to her knees, threw her arms over her head, and scurried under the table like a terrified animal.

The air in the room grew heavy with menace.

Justin, known as the devil of the night, was a man who thrived on chaos. His power and influence stretched across continents, and he'd faced countless threats without flinching.

But as his visitor approached, an unfamiliar dread coiled in his chest. His hands gripped the couch's armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The terror was suffocating.

"Get out, all of you," the man commanded, his voice cold and sharp.

The man remained fixated solely on Justin while Justin's guests fled in terror.

"Help! Somebody!" Sheryl screamed, her voice muffled as she cowered under the table.

help would come. Outside, the others were either

gun at the table, the bullet splintering the wood and shattering the glass. Shards rained down on Sheryl, cutting into

barely suppressed the urge to cry out, fearing the

attacker's gaze as the man closed the distance between them. His instinct to flee kicked in, but a powerful kick sent him and the couch sliding backward before

Justin groaned, clutching his chest as he doubled over in pain, his face pale and

barrel pressed against his

truth was, he

"Why, Axel... Mr. Axel."

that," Axel growled. "I'm just a man on the

black mask, revealing his face. His fury burned brighter now that he stood face-to-face with Justin. "You fucking cripple. Give

spot, she realized Axel had come for them far sooner than expected. And if Axel was

unspeakable torment under her control-he would surely exact a

eyes betrayed nothing. "I

know all about the filth you've been hiding." Axel leveled the gun directly between Justin's eyes, his gaze cold and unrelenting. "I'll ask you one