In the chaotic, mixed crowd of the first floor of Blue Bar where pretty faces, spoiled heirs, and jaded bystanders were a nightly urrence i
No one was ever truly surprised by anything, no matter how absurd it got.
So when Briar found herself surrounded by two brats making obvious moves on her, not a single person stepped in.
Stuff like this happened here all the time. Everyone knew that as long as the girl didn’t agree to leave with them, those two couldn’t actually force anything–not with Blue Bar’s owner backing strict house rules.
But tonight, things didn’t go the usual way. Because the hand that had reached out to grope Briar was suddenly caught and twisted back.
Right then, the music in the club came to an abrupt stop. Then a sharp scream tore through the first–floor lounge.
No one caught exactly how Briar moved, but in the blink of an eye, the rich punk who had reached for her was lifted and mmed hard onto the floor with a wless over–the–shoulder throw.
Hey there groaning, unable to get up.
A collective gasp spread through the onlookers. That move–clean, efficient, and brutal–screamed professional training.
The other guy’s face twisted when he saw his buddy go down so fast.
They were from rich families at worst–usually, they were the ones pushing people around here, never the ones getting ttened.
“Bitch, you seriously don’t know what’s good for you,” the guy snapped, seething with anger. “You’re not leaving this ce tonight.”
Briar didn’t even flinch. Even when the guy pulled out his phone and called in seven or eight big, muscle–bound bodyguards, she just leanedzily against the bar with an almost boring expression.
“This is it?” Briar curled a finger at them, her voice cool and taunting. “Come on<b>, </b>all of you. It’s been a while since I had a real fight. Might be a little rusty, so don’t me me if someone gets hurt.”
The guards grit their teeth. ‘She’s tiny and slim–how much trouble can she be?‘
They exchanged nces, then rushed her all at once, determined to teach her a lesson.
Two fists came flying at her face. Briar caught both midair, twisted down, and jerked.
A sickening pair of cracks echoed, followed by two howls of pain. She had just broken both their wrists.
Before the rest of the guards could even react, Briar’s figure blurred–and one by one, each man was kicked away like a rag doll.
Yes. Kicked. One by one. All six of them–twice her size–were knocked off their feet like bowling pins.
“Damn!”
“Shit!”
Silence. The kind of dead silence that fills a room when everyone forgets how to breathe.
The only sound left was the groaning from the guards on the floor, clutching their ribs and writhing in pain.
Briar’s eyes glinted red as she turned toward the rich guy who was still standing
The guy instinctively sensed danger. He stumbled backward, his body stiff with fear.
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<b>Chapter </b><b>29 </b>
<b>The </b>second Briar locked <b>eyes </b>with him, he felt like the air around him had <b>turned </b><b>icy </b>cold<b>, </b><b>Goosebumps </b>shot up his spine.
But Briar wasn’t about to let him escape. She stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, while the guy’s eyes widened in <b>terror</b><b><i>. </i></b>
He couldn’t even tell how she moved just that suddenly, her hand was around his neck and he was lifted clean off the ground.
It was unreal. Briar was a slender young woman, and the guy was a full–grown man–but somehow, she was holding him <b>up </b>with one <b>hand </b>like he weighed nothing.
Air rushed out of his lungs. His vision blurred. His feet kicked helplessly in the air, but her grip never loosened.
Sweat streamed down his face. Just as he thought he was going to die, his world spun–and he was mmed onto the ground so hard his <b>back </b><b>probably </b>hit someone behind him.
But it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to get away from this terrifying woman.
He coughed violently, trembling, crawling backward on the floor, desperate to put distance between them.
He thought, ‘What the hell were we thinking? Who the hell said she looked sweet and easy to handle? This girl’s a damn monster.
“Trying to run?” Briar stepped down on his ankle. From the outside, the motion looked casual, like it had no weight behind it—but to him, it felt like a mountain dropped on his leg.
The guy was too freaked out to even pretend to be tough anymore. “S–sorry,” he stammered, trembling like a leaf.
Briar leaned down slowly, locking eyes with him. “Still want to take me home?”
The guy shook his head like crazy. “No… no way.”
Briar: “Still thinking about that presidential suite?”
The guy: “No! Definitely not!”
Briar: “Still wanna take me for a ride to the hilltop?”
The guy: “No more rides.”
Briar: “Still wanna get in bed with me?”
The guy<i>: </i>“No! No, I’m sorry, it was all our fault. Please, I’m sorr one, he was sobbing.
Each question hit him like a hammer, breaking whatever nerve he had left. By thest
Briar looked down at his pale, sweat–drenched face. “Try acting human next time, got it?”
The guy: “Got it! Got it.”
“Then get lost.” Briar finally lifted her foot.
The guy scrambled up like his life depended on it, dragging his friend with him. Without even trailing behind them.
If their legs weren’t still jelly, they would’ve broken into a full–on sprint.
ncing back, they rushed for the <b>exit</b>, <b>the </b><b>bodyguards </b>
Briar dusted off her hands as if brushing away invisible dirt, then calmly made her way back to her seat. She flicked the empty ss <b>in </b><b>front </b><b>of </b><b>her</b>.
Then she spoke up. “Bloody Mary. Fresh one
The bartender immediately brought her a new ss. “Right away.”
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Her face squished under his fingers, she shook her head the best she could. “No way. You’re still the best
Those words weren’t a lie. Reece was the youngest son of the Goodwin family in Shonsport, which was one of the city’s ten
He had been thrown into the military as a teen. And he’d only returned this year after finally retiring. Word had t unit. So yeah–he could fight.
Which was exactly why, the moment Briar made her move, Reece stopped to watch.
Reece thought, ‘From her precise technique and clean execution, it’s obvious–she isn’t just tough. She’s trained
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