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As he revved the engine, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: Dante. He'd know what to do.
Felix groaned, his head falling back against the seat.Who am I kidding? I told him to get out and never come back. To him, I'm just a whore – someone to fuck and then pay to leave.
His fingers hovered over the phone screen, the digits of Dante's number etched into his memory. But he couldn't bring himself to call.
With renewed determination, he shoved the phone back into his pocket, and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.
I can't rely on anyone but myself. It was a mistake to think otherwise.
Chapter ten
Felix'sheartpoundedlikea drum, the blood rushing through his veins as he stood before the bar.
This was it. The address that Mia had given him.
He felt a sickening mixture of fear and anticipation at what lay inside. He took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage within him. He kept one hand behind him. With a swift motion, he opened the door, the hinges creaking loudly.
The air was thick with tension, the scent of stale beer and sweat lingering in the air. Several men loitered around the bar, their eyes locking onto Felix with icy stares.
It was clear they weren't just customers; their demeanor screameddanger.
One man, tall and muscular, with slicked-back hair, leaned casually against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Sorry, kid, we're closed," he drawled.
"Where's my sister?" Felix demanded. The adrenaline coursing through him only fueled his desperation further.
The men exchanged glances, smirking.
If there was any hope that he'd got things wrong, it disappeared with their expressions.
This was bad.
The man's fake smile stretched across his face like a grotesque caricature of friendliness. "You must have the wrong place," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. The other men watched Felix silently, their cold eyes assessing him as if he were prey.
"Look, I don't have time for games," Felix said, his voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts to appear strong. "Just give her back."
"Or what?" another man sneered, stepping forward menacingly. He was shorter than the first but no less intimidating, his muscular frame evident even beneath the confines of his leather jacket.
"Or I'll make you regret it," Felix threatened, trying to keep his voice steady. As he kept his eyes on them, he pulled his hand out from behind his back — revealing the crowbar he was holding.
It was the first thing he'd thought to grab on his wild rush over. He didn't have a gun, and bringing a knife seemed… unwise. He bit his lip, hoping that it would be just dangerous enough to make them reconsider.
He knew he was outmatched, but he couldn't afford to show fear. Not when Luna's safety was on the line. "Just hand her over."
The men exchanged another look, their amusement now tinged with something darker. The room seemed to close in around Felix, and for a moment, he felt like a cornered animal, desperate and vulnerable. But he couldn't give up. He wouldn't.
Felix's heart hammered in his chest, the fear threatening to drown him. He tightened his grip on the crowbar, feeling the cold metal digging into his flesh, grounding him. "Give her back!" he demanded again, his voice strained with emotion. "Luna?"
"Fellix?" The sound that came through the back door of the bar was muffled, barely audible, but it was unmistakably Luna's voice.
"Let her go!" Felix snarled, brandishing the crowbar like a weapon, desperation lending him courage.
The men glowered at him, their expressions darkening with menace. They stood up, chairs scraping against the floor as they moved to surround Felix. Their towering figures loomed over him, making him feel small and vulnerable, but he refused to give in to the fear.
"Stay away from me!" Felix yelled, swinging the crowbar wildly. It connected with a sickening crunch, striking one of the men in the arm. Felix felt a surge of triumph as the man howled in pain, his arm bending at an unnatural angle. But his victory was short-lived.
The other men lashed out, grabbing at him with powerful hands that seemed to crush the air from his lungs. Felix struggled to break free, kicking and thrashing in a desperate bid for freedom. His mind raced, consumed by thoughts of Luna and the danger she faced.
"Get off me!" he spat, writhing beneath their grasp. But despite his efforts, he couldn't break free — the men were simply too strong, their hold on him unyielding.
