Chapter 8:  Hanging Out With a Group of Men

The leading man sized Samantha up and down wryly, and he whistled. "Little pretty thing, follow us."

As he said that, he clenched his fists, cracking them at the same time. "What a beautiful face. We can't bear to hurt you. If you were injured, we would be heartbroken!"

The other men let out teasing laughter.

Samantha stopped in her tracks and quickly glanced at the few men. They were all muscular and had tattooed arms. At a glance, she could tell that they were gangsters. 

It seemed that she had no choice but to follow them.

However, she had just returned to the country. Who was behind this?

Samantha faked a smile. "Alright, then let's go."

The car stopped in front of the Dark Room. Samantha followed them into the clubhouse, through the bar, and made their way to a private room.

Then, they opened the door and pushed Samantha in.

…

At a booth in the bar.