Reign Morrow is running from her troubles back on the East Coast. Her ex boyfriend was heading down a dangerous path, that involved underground boxing, drugs and domestic violence. Reign needed an escape, something he refused to give her. So she dec...
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Axel POV
Nerves clawed away at my insides as I sat in the far corner of Táng strip club Wild Tresses. Apparently he hung out at his strip joint throughout the night so I had to switch up my plan. My eyes were wild an alert for any sign of something possibly going wrong. One wrong move could be my last move as a freeman or as a live man. I rubbed my hands together which were getting clammy do to my nerves. This was a totally new concept to me, emotions tend to be something I can bury deep inside of myself.
I got to say I blame Reign for shedding light on breaking down the wall I put my emotions in. Nerves? What the hell was that? Well now I know, my leg bounced up and down. A stripper came up to me seeking my attention.
"Hey sweetheart," She smiled at me. Her dark black hair covered framed her face as she looked down at me. Since she popped in front of me my view was cut off causing me to frown. "How about I ease your mind off whatever is stressing you out?"
She placed one of her hands in my hair. I grabbed a hold of her hand and placed it by her side.
"I'm alright." I replied as A bored expression crossed my face as I allowed my eyes to travel up her body to her face. She gave me a seductive face, letting me know she saw my eyes follow a trail up to her face.
"Are you sure sweetie? I can please you like no other." She replied while attempting to touch my face.
"I said I'm good now get the fuck out of my face." I said out of anger. I'm not in the mood to deal with bullshit.
"走開," (Go Away) A guy said in a language I didn't understand. "The boss will see you now."
The girl rolled her eyes as she walked away with a pout. I stood up and followed after the guy in the dark suit. I placed my fallen hoodie on my head as I walked pass some of the customers. A couple guys looked at me with curiosity as I walked passed them. Immediately I dropped eye contact and pulled the hoodie a bit lower to cover my hair and eyes.
"Wait right here." The guy replied as he entered the room where I'm guessing Wolfe Táng was stationed.
My eyes drifted across the hallway which were lined with pictures from China. The hallway was a mix between burgundy and brown with lights connecting on to the wall to provide light in this dim hallway. On the outside I'm sure I looked calm and unaffected by my surroundings as I leaned up against the wall. On the inside? I was damn near shitting my pants.
People believe Maverick is deranged and downright scary to be around. The things I've heard about Wolfe Táng would make any grown man or woman crash to their knees in submission. Apparently his eyes are filled with emptiness, because of his childhood. No one knows what happened to him in his native country. Whatever happened to him made him into the stone cold killer.
