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"If I could melt your heart...

...we'd never be apart."

Tears of rage and frustration ran down my cheek, I whipped them quickly and I proceeded to head back to the bar

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Tears of rage and frustration ran down my cheek, I whipped them quickly and I proceeded to head back to the bar. 

A bodyguard stopped me, and asked for my ID. But the other one whispered to him, telling him to let me in. 

As I entered, I exhaustedly rushed to the bar and took a shot of the the tequila that was right in front of me.

It was my first time drinking alcohol, I couldn't help but taste its extreme sweetness to calm me down a bit.

I felt numb, unaware of my surroundings. The moment I saw Mikhail making out with that girl, my brain just got turned off from everything. I couldn't concentrate or see clear at all.

Marcus and Adriano were both slumbering on the bar, I didn't wanna irritate them by waking them up, so I just left them there.

"Hey," I heard a harsh voice of a middle aged man. "That was my tequila."

I looked back at him. His hair was brown, he was so tall, so huge, his arms were too masculine and full of tattoos. His expression didn't seem pleasing at all. He was angry, and frowning at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, awkwardly. "I'll just buy you another one."

"No." he refused, glancing me up and down, as though I was an unbearable meal. "Dance with me."

"Well," I raised my eyebrows at him, chuckling. "I don't dance with old men."

As I quickly got up to leave his sight, I felt his huge hand gripping on my arm, painfully hurting me. "But you will."

My eyes were watery again. I tried to push him away but he was too heavy, I couldn't. 

A vision that I never wanted to remember suddenly wandered my mind. I remembered how Liam held my arms the same way this old man did, I remembered how I constantly got hurt by people around me, including the dearest ones to my heart.

Squeezing my arms shut, I sobbed uncontrollably. "Please, just let me go!" I shouted.

"Come on, baby." he smirked in a perverted way, grabbing me forcefully. "Just one dance."

The man then stopped moving, I terrifiedly opened my eyes, finding Mikhail's hand gripping on the man's arm.

"She said she doesn't wanna dance with you." Mikhail gritted his teeth, glaring at him with horrific, mad and furious eyes that made me tense myself.

"Who are you to say that?" the man smirked, sarcastically. "You're just a pathetic little kid."

Once he said that, Mikhail instantly punched his jaw. The man's mouth bled and one of his tooth fell down.

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