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.

come. Outside, the others were

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

barely suppressed the urge to cry out, fearing

still seated on the couch, met his 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

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

pressed against

attacker was. The truth was, he had already suspected their identity

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

Axel growled. "I'm just a man on the edge, a man who lost

burned brighter now that he stood face-to-face with Justin. "You fucking

nearly stopped. Listening from her hiding spot, she realized Axel had come for them far

out the truth-that Amber had suffered unspeakable torment under her control-he would surely exact a vengeance beyond imagining.

wicked eyes betrayed nothing. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said,

the gun directly between Justin's eyes, his gaze cold and unrelenting. "I'll ask you one last