Chapter 4. Dangerous

Before I could blink an eye, the man who was sitting beside the slumped man stood up with a sharp weapon, about to avenge his friend.

I didn't hesitate to defend myself.

I punched him hard in the ribs, then kicked him across the room. He landed and crashed into a table, shattering the glass.

Cards, money, and beer bottles flew everywhere.

The whole room went quiet again.

I thought more would come after me, but they all backed down for some reason known to them.

I held my fighter stance with my fists up, my eyes wandering around, trying to detect any slight movement from any of them, then my gaze landed on her face.

She just stared at me, wide-eyed and stunned.

Before I could say a word, I heard chairs shifting as all the men in the room brought out their guns and stood up and pointed at me.

As if I were a threat in an enemy territory.

I looked at their faces, and they looked more scared than I am.

Seeing that I wasn't shaken or looking threatened by the guns, the men looked at each other in confusion.

I simply turned to her and asked her calmly.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

She blinked, then scoffed.

"Of course I am. They can touch. I like it. They are all Lord Vince's men. Put down your weapons, all of you!"

She instructed.

She may be Lord Vince's pet, but even as his pet, she is a higher authority than every man in the room.

I looked down, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

I tried to help the man I had knocked out, but he slapped my hand away furiously, thick blood dripping from his nose down to his lip.

"Get your hands off me! You dick!"

He yelled.

I straightened up with embarrassment and stole a glance at her again.

She smacked her forehead, groaning.

"God... what were you thinking, Titan?" she muttered and walked off.

I followed quietly.

As I walked past the tables, I heard the men whispering amongst themselves.

"He thinks he's some kind of hero. Just a bodyguard. Doing too much. Fucking idiot."

I sighed. Why did I react so carelessly?

ARIA

Finally, we were outside the secret underground club and headed to the lot where my black luxury car was parked.

My driver stood beside the car in a black suit and shades, waiting.

As soon as he saw me, he straightened his uniform and took a low bow.

"Ma'am, your car's ready."

I didn't even glance at him.

"He'll be driving me anywhere I need to go from now on," I said, referring to Titan, who walked behind me carrying my handbag.

The driver blinked in surprise.

"Ma'am? Please... I-I need this job. I've been loyal to you. If I lose this-"

"I said," I cut him off, "Titan will drive me. End of story. What else do you want from me? A blow job?"

The driver lowered his head and didn't say another word.

"That's more like it," I muttered, then turned to Titan. "Do your job, big guy."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a slight bow.

I noticed the anger and hatred burning in the driver's eyes as he glared at Titan.

No one likes being replaced-especially not by someone taller, better-looking, and younger.

Good looks might not be a criterion for a good driver, but for me, it was mandatory.

Titan walked ahead and opened the back door.

I slid in, crossing one leg over the other slowly, making sure he caught a peek of what was under my skirt.

I smirked when I saw his eyes drop for a split second before he looked away. Good to have my own toy to mess around with.

"Here, ma'am," he said, handing me my handbag.

I took it, he shut the door gently, then rounded the car and got behind the wheel.

As the journey to Lord Vincenzo's estate began, I leaned back into the seat and pulled out my vape pen.

I took a slow drag, hissing softly as I exhaled thick clouds into the car.

I glanced at him through the smoke.

Sad thing, I was stuck with an incredibly hot man with a dead cock.

I sighed, parting my legs slightly, my skirt still riding high.

Then I caught him glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

Once.

Twice.

He couldn't help it.

"Eyes on the road, big guy. Unless you want us dead."

He snapped forward, heat rising on the back of his neck.

"My apologies, ma'am."

I smirked, licking my lips.

A few minutes passed in silence. I stared out the window, bored.

I took another drag and blew smoke toward the roof of the car.

"This is dull," I muttered. "Want a hit?"

He glanced at me through the mirror, hesitant.

"It can be dangerous, ma'am."

I raised a brow.

"You sound like someone who's never vaped before."

"I haven't," he admitted.

"For a guy with that scary scar and body full of tattoos? Surprising," I replied. "How long have you been... impotent?"

"A year ago," he said, reluctantly.

My gut told me he was lying, but whatever. I took it.

"So, you've been with women before that? What's your body count?"

"Twelve..."

I scoffed, blowing out another thick cloud.

"How boring. You've got a nice face, a nice body, a good cock most men would kill to have. I'm so jealous of those twelve bitches," I muttered.

He kept driving, silent.

"You don't talk much, do you, big guy?"

"I... am... introverted."

"Obviously," I rolled my eyes.

"Tell me, Titan-what do you think of me? Or rather, what have you heard about me?"

He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, probably trying to figure out the safest answer.

I bet he could feel my eyes on him like heat against his skin.

He stayed silent too long, and I was getting irritated.

"Umm, hello? Big guy? Hello!"

"Ma'am?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't keep me hanging!"

"My apologies, ma'am."

"I asked you a question. Don't make me repeat it," I snapped.

Titan sighed.

"What I heard... I heard that you're a crazy bitch who loves to fuck any moving thing... no matter what they are."

I rolled my eyes.

"My adult toys are non-living things. That's not very accurate. What else?"

"I also heard... that you were fucked by a dog on your sixteenth birthday."

I smiled broadly, though I tried to hide the sting that hit me deep inside.