Chapter 58 The Last Bottle
Chapter 58 The Last Bottle
The moment he heard the name, Douglas’s face changed. He remembered this man, one of those notorious loan sharks who charged exorbitant interest.
Hubert grabbed his jacket and rushed out without another word.
Inside the private room, the world was spinning. Azalea’s vision blurred, her mind growing heavier by the second as the alcohol dragged her deeper into a fog.
She’d been force–fed two bottles of liquor already. She struggled, but it was to no avail. Most of it still went down.
Her tolerance for alcohol was practically zero. Even one drink could knock her out, let alone two bottles of hard liquor.
Riley had tried to stop them, but she was already downing plenty of booze herself. The fact that she was even still standing was a miracle. Blaze’s men only needed to hold her wrists with minimal effort. She couldn’t break free.
Azalea dropped to her knees, coughing hard, her throat burning and dry. She desperately wanted water.
Everything in front of her turned into a blur of light and shadow. She bit the tip of her tongue, drawing blood, forcing herself to stay conscious. “One more bottle.”
The metallic taste and sharp pain jolted her awake for a moment. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she clenched her jaw. She couldn’t collapse. If she passed out now, she and Riley were really done for.
Azalea panted heavily, eyes locked onto Blaze with a vicious glint. The sudden surge of defiance startled the room, even making Blaze hesitáte.
Realizing he’d been intimidated by a scrawny girl, Blaze spat angrily, “Damn it, give her the last bottle already! I wanna see how tough she really is!”
One of his lackeys stepped forward, bottle in hand. Honestly, she looked like a mess kneeling on the floor, using every ounce of strength to stay upright. Her clothes were soaked with alcohol, and her ponytail had come loose and clung to her face, matted and sticky.
As the bottle neared her lips, the door to the private room burst open with a bang.
Before anyone
could react, the thug holding the bottle was kicked clear across the room.
With a loud crash, the bottle hit the floor, spilling liquor everywhere.
Azalea stared up, stunned. When she finally saw the man clearly, her vision blurred with tears. Gritting her teeth, she stood up with shaking legs, pointed straight at Balze, and shouted with fierce energy, “Screw you! The badass is here.”
Right after yelling, her legs gave out beneath her. Thankfully, Hubert caught her just in time.
Douglas, who had followed right behind him, had been on edge the whole way, but hearing that line made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. This girl truly understood Hubert’s role in her life.
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The moment Azalea caught the familiar, incredible scent, her nerves settled. She shifted into a more comfortable position and snuggled into his arms.
“That was perfect timing again,” she murmured through the fog of alcohol. Hubert didn’t know whether to scold her or smile.
He looked down at the girl curled in his arms, disheveled, soaked in booze, and the storm in his eyes darkened. “Ace. Deuce. Handle it.”
The moment he gave the order, his two men jumped into action, beating everyone in the room onto the floor,
Blaze howled as he was dragged over and forced down in front of Hubert.
“Who the hell are you people? Do you even know who I am?” he shouted, trying to save face.
Douglas leaned over with a mocking smile. “Of course, I know you. You’re Blaze Cooper. Don’t recognize me?”
“You… you’re Mr. Osborne?” Blaze didn’t know Hubert, but he definitely recognized Douglas. The connection was clear now. Azalea must be close to him.
“Oh man, a total misunderstanding! I didn’t know this girl was yours!” He groveled immediately. “Here, you can take all three of them. I’ll even return all the money. How about we just forget this whole thing ever happened?“.
Gone was the cocky loan shark. Now, he was groveling because he knew he couldn’t afford to mess with the Osbornes.
But Douglas only shook his head. “Wrong person, buddy. She’s not mine. She’s his.”
He pointed at Hubert. “Let me introduce you. This is Hubert Lennox.”
Hubert gave Douglas a sharp look, irritated. Since when did Lea become Douglas‘? She’s mine. What the hell was he talking about?.
The moment his name was said aloud, Blaze’s knees buckled. People in Draywick might not know Hubert’s face, but his name is familiar. Unforgettable.
He’d thought he was offending Douglas, but now he realized he’d pissed off someone far worse.
“Mr. Hubert, I swear, I didn’t know she was your girl!”
Douglas might still joke and smile, but Hubert? He didn’t have a drop of mercy to spare.
“Force–feed him. Keep going until he needs his stomach pumped in the ER. Then hand him over to the cops.”
Just as they stepped out of the private room, Douglas checked his phone. “Tony just called.”
They’d left without saying anything, which would definitely raise questions. Even if their friends wouldn’t be mad, they’d still want to know what was going on.
“You go explain,” Hubert said. “Lea drank too much. I’m taking her home.”
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He carried Azalea straight toward the exit.
In his arms, her head was getting heavier, her thoughts more muddled.
Right as Hubert stepped through the door. He bumped straight into Wylie. They locked eyes. Both had the same question flash through their minds. What the hell is he doing here?
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