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 others were

wood and shattering the glass. Shards rained down on Sheryl, cutting into her face, arms, and legs. Blood seeped from the wounds, and

She barely suppressed the urge to cry out,

them. His instinct to flee kicked in, but a powerful

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

gun barrel pressed

range, Justin realized who his attacker was. The truth was, he had already suspected their identity the moment they stepped

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

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

hand, Axel tore off his black mask, revealing his face. His fury burned brighter now that

hiding spot, she realized Axel had come for them far sooner than expected. And if Axel was here, Jasper and Alyssa couldn't

ever found out the truth-that Amber had suffered unspeakable torment under her control-he would surely exact a vengeance beyond imagining. The notion alone left Sheryl

sinister smirk. His dark, wicked eyes betrayed nothing. "I don't know what you're

about the filth you've been hiding." Axel leveled the gun