Chương 2: Screamed Trouble

'Is she seeking death?'

The man in black, named Tyrone, thought as he annoyingly removed the veil that the vixen threw at his face. He could smell her sweet scent on it, which made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was one of Mr. Devon's bodyguards disguised as a guest to enter the club using his employer's membership.

His eyebrows snapped. It was his first day of work with this man, and he could already smell trouble coming soon. The moment this woman set foot on the stage, he could tell that she was targeting Mr. Devon. His suspicion was only further confirmed when she was staring only at Mr. Devon throughout her entire performance.

The woman had the most perfect almond-shaped eyes, and she was so dangerously beautiful that every man in the room was drooling over her beauty and wild aura. She looked like a vixen hunting for her prey… who just so happened to be Mr. Devon.

Tyrone watched her every action, frowning in disapproval when he noticed that she suddenly shifted her attention and began headed toward his direction. He cursed his luck and readied himself to get up from his seat if she were to come near him. But before he even had the chance to move from his place, the woman sat on his lap.

Her vibrant hazel eyes preyed on him, sending shivers down his spine. Though he was a man and was burning with desire for her, he maintained his stoic expression without letting her know of his internal struggle.

"Where did you plan on going, darling?" Raine asked with a suggestive smile, touching the man's chin to ensure they faced each other.

Tyron remained still in his seat. He felt something compelling him to stare back at her without blinking.

He could hear the crowd swear at him, envious that the woman they all wanted chose to sit on his lap instead of theirs. The vixen leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Can I have my veil back, please? I need it for my performance, darling."

His body froze at her closeness. His grip on her veil tightened. She smelled so good, and her body felt so soft against him that it almost tempted him to ravish her. However, he managed to maintain his stoic expression as if he was unaffected by the beauty sitting on his lap.

Raine arched her eyebrows when she saw his impassive reaction. It was the first time that a man was unaffected by her teasing… He even stared back at her as if silently threatening her to get up from his lap.

Raine ignored his threat and put her arms on his shoulder. "I like your hair," she murmured as she brushed his silver hair before staring into his blueish-grey eyes. "You're weird…" she whispered while she continued scrutinizing his eyes. There was something about them that she couldn't seem to figure out.

Raine's smile widened before she bit her lower lip. She moved her fingers to his lips, tracing their shape. Leaning into him, she pressed her body against his, her eyes never leaving his own.

She lightly scrunched the ends of her eyes as she whispered against his lips, "You're allowed to breathe, darling."

She leaned even further, their lips almost touching before she quickly turned her face to meet the eyes of her target not far from where she was. She winked at Mr. Devon before whispering to the man she was sitting on, "Let's meet again in the future, darling. Hopefully, under different circumstances."

After saying that, she quickly grabbed her veil from his hands and left him on his chair in a flash.

'I want him,' Raine decided. But she knew her mission tonight was vital. She would just come back for him later.

She made her way towards her target, this time not breaking eye contact with him. As soon as she reached Mr. Devon, she immediately sat on his lap and seductively whispered in his ear, "Care to take me out now? Or do you want me to sit on another man's lap again?"

She looked at her target, who gulped as he stared at her from head to toe. Raine looked at him intently before biting her lower lip with a smug smile carved onto her lips. Her hands slid down one strap off her bra as if acting to remove it. But before she could completely remove it, Mr. Devon gripped her wrist. When she looked at him, he whispered, "I hate sharing your beauty with others. You're mine!"

Tyrone clenched his jaw as his eyes narrowed at the irksome scene. He silently cursed when he saw his employer carry the vixen and make his way to the VIP room. The man was smitten by the woman who screamed trouble.

"How could he fall for her tricks so easily…" he murmured before following the instructions of their head to secure the area and the room they were in.

Raine only heard her target whisper in her ears. And the next thing that happened was him carrying her in his arms to his private room through the secret door of the club. She could hear the complaints echoing off the crowd. But since the man was a very important member of the club, the owner could not stop him. Instead, the owner let another performer on stage replace her.

Mr. Devon stopped at a door that was secured with a biometric lock. If her guess was right, the man was hiding what she wanted in his private room in this strip club. She had already broken into his house and found nothing, so her gut was telling her that this was the right place.

"What's your name?" her target asked as he entered the room after scanning his eyes.

"You can call me your baby," she whispered with a giggle.

She was still in Mr. Devon's arms when they entered the room. As soon as the door closed, she quickly shifted her position and choke-slammed him to the ground. She twirled his tie around his neck and restricted his breathing.

"I need the list. Tell me where it is, or you will die right here and now."

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