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.

the

the wood and shattering the glass. Shards rained down on Sheryl, cutting

paralyzed. She barely suppressed the urge to cry out, fearing the man's

His instinct to flee kicked in, but a powerful kick sent him and the

as he doubled over in pain, his face pale and

barrel pressed against his

was, he had already suspected their identity the moment they

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

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

his face. His fury burned brighter now that he stood face-to-face with

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

would surely exact a vengeance beyond imagining. The notion alone left Sheryl shaking uncontrollably;

a sinister smirk. His dark, wicked eyes betrayed nothing. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said,

fucking cripple, enough of your games. We know all about the filth you've been hiding." Axel leveled the gun directly between Justin's eyes, his gaze cold and