Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Aspen's expression fell immediately. If she had not been injured, this group of muscle heads would not have even made her blink. However, her chest wound had just been freshly bandaged by Andrew-if she fought now, the stitches would rip open for sure.

Still clutching in pain, Davon was helped to his feet by two of his men. He stared at Aspen with a twisted grin.

He taunted, "What, getting scared now, slut? Do you think you're walking out of here after that? Think again. Let me be real clear-the only reason I agreed to meet you today was to screw you. If I don't have you writhing and begging under me tonight, then this deal is far from over."

Aspen's face twisted in fury. "Why don't you go home and screw your mother instead, you fat freak?"

Davon roared, "Get her! Hold this bitch down for me!"

His goons lunged at Aspen like starving wolves.

Suddenly, a figure shot in from the side and landed in front of Aspen like a shadow. Then, three kicks flew out in the blink of an eye, each one brutal and precise. The bodyguards were sent crashing across the room, and they groaned in agony as they hit the floor, unable to get back up.

Davon's eyes went wide with shock as he stared at the intruder. "Who the hell... Who the hell are you? I'm the Vice CEO of Phoenixdream Enterprises! How dare you interrupt me!"

The man, of course, was Andrew. He did not even glance at Davon but instead looked straight at Aspen, his brow furrowed.

"This is what you call a business meeting? If I hadn't shown up when I did, you'd be bleeding out as someone's 'first blood' trophy."

The bluntness in his words made Aspen embarrassed her badly. She hissed, "You bastard! You really think I'm that helpless? Even with injuries, I could've taken those losers down in my sleep!"

Andrew chuckled coldly. "Sure. Those guys, maybe. But take a look outside- think you've got those covered too?"

As soon as he spoke, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall.

From every direction, black-suited enforcers poured in-dozens upon dozens of them, at least a hundred strong. Many carried weapons, their faces stone-cold, and their eyes murderous.

"T-This is insane..." Aspen breathed, the blood draining from her face.

This was not a private club-it was a damn fortress run by criminals.noveldrama

Moments later, the club manager appeared. He was a bald man with tattooed arms and a scarred face.

Davon hobbled toward him, his rage boiling over. "Mr. Haywood, thank God you're here! Take these two down! I want them ruined!"

Rufus Haywood scowled. "What happened to you down there, Mr. Parks?"

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Davon yelled, "What do you think? That bitch kicked me! I don't care how you handle it, but your club better give me a damn good explanation! I pay you people fortune every year, and now bget humiliated like this on your turf?!"

Davon had taken advantage of countless women inside these walls, and this was

the first time he had ever tasted real shame or pain.

Rufus' face darkened. "Don't worry, Mr. Parks. We never mistreat our top clients."

He turned to Andrew and Aspen, his expression turning hostile. "You. Get on your knees and apologize to Mr.

Then, hand over a million as

Pmpensation."

"And you," he said, eyes shifting to Aspen, "Mr. Parks likes you. So be smart

about this-strip, and keep him company."