A Dead Man

His jacket brushed my breast and I leaned even further back, and glanced away, uncomfortable with the look he was giving me.

"What's your name?" he shouted.

I tried to ignore him.

Something about him was seriously giving me the creeps. I took a sip from my drink and tried to pretend I was busy searching for someone. The man kept leering at me with an ugly smile on his unshaven face.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

I turned away, really trying to ignore him and not make a big deal out of this.

If I started freaking out, Xu would come over and make a scene.

Maybe he was already on his way.

My vision started to blur and my stomach gave a lurch. I took another sip from my drink but it didn't help. I slid off the stool but my legs were shaky and I felt dizzy.

So I grabbed the counter behind me.

Suddenly, the man's mouth was at my ear, his stale-cigarette breath on my face.

"I'm going to fuck your tight ass. I'll make you scream, bitch." His grip on my arm was crushing as he tried to drag me away from the bar.

My eyes found Xu who was steering toward me, hand under his jacket where his gun and knife were.

Impatient by our slow progress, my attacker wrapped an arm around me like a loving boyfriend ready to help his drunk girlfriend out of the club.

"I'll eat you like an bitch . I'll eat you bloody, bitch," he rasped into my ear.

Then I stared at him, my limbs feeling heavy, my mouth like it was filled with cotton. I'd heard those exact words not too long ago.

I forced my lips into a smile.

"You are a dead man."

Confusion flickered across the man's face a second before it contorted in agony. He released me and my legs gave away, but Fang caught me, his arm replacing that of the man.

My eyes darted around for Qina. She hovered beside Fang, face drawn in worry. As Xu was close behind my attacker, his knife buried in the man's upper thigh.

"You will follow us. If you try to run, you'll die."

"Take her drink," Fang said to Qina.

"But don't drink."

Fang half carried me toward the back of the club and down a flight of stairs. He shouldered open a door and we walked into a sort of Office. Fu Heng rose from his chair.

"What's going on?"

"Probably drugged," Xu said, giving the man he was holding a good shake.

"I'll get big brother," Fu Heng said with a twisted smile.

He walked through another door and a moment later Fu Shao came into the room, as tall and impressive as ever.

So I hung in Fang grasp, my face half pressed against his chest. Fu Shao eyes narrowed, then flitted between me and my attacker.

"What happened?" he snarled.

Suddenly, Fu Shao was in front of me, he lifting me into his arm. My head lolled against his chest as I gazed up at him.

Then Fu Shao put me down on the couch.

Qina knelt beside me, gripping my hand.

"What's happening to my big sister?" she started to cried.

"Drugged," Xu said again.

"This idiot was trying to drag her outside."

Fu Shao drew himself up before my attacker.

"You put drugs in my wife's drink, Leng?"

Fu Shao knew that man?

A confusion flickered in my hazy mind.

"Boss ! I didn't know she was yours. Really, I didn't know. I swear!"

The man's lower lip was trembling.

Fu Shao then pushed away Xu hand and curled his fingers around the handle of the knife still buried in that guy leg. He twisted and the man screamed. But Xu held him upright by the arms.

"What did you plan to do to her once you had her outside?"

"Nothing!" the man cried.

"Nothing? So if my men hadn't stopped you, you would have just dropped her off at a hospital?"

Fu Shao voice was pleasant, calm, his face devoid of emotion.

Qina grip on my hand was painful. I swallowed and cleared my throat.

"He said that 'I'll fuck your tight ass," I whispered.

Fu Shao head whirled around, then he was at my side, his face so close to mine, I could have kissed him.

Maybe it was the drugged effect but I really wanted to kiss him senseless in that moment, wanted to rip FU shao shirt off right now, wanted to eat... my husband.

"What did you say, Shen Mi?"

"That bastard said hat 'I'll fuck your tight ass. I'll make you scream, bitch. I'll fuck you bloody, bitch. That's what he said to me."

Fu Shao stared into my eyes, a muscle in his jaw working. Before he could move, Qina had leaped to her feet and flew at Leng. She hit his face and kicked his groin, and struggled ferociously against Fu Heng grip as he dragged her away from Leng

"You will die!" she screamed.

Fu Shao straightened and she stopped moving.

"Let me go," she hissed.

"You promise to behave?" Fu Heng asked with an amused smile.

Qina nodded, her stare fixed on Leng. Fu Heng dropped his arms and she straightened her clothes..

"They will kill you!" Qina said coldly.

"And I hope they will cut your ugly bell and hang them over there."

"Qina," I rasped.

Qina came over to me and sank down on the edge of the couch, taking my hand again.

Fu Heng didn't take his eyes off her.

"I'll make him pay, for you."

"No," Fu Shao said firmly.

Leng looked ready to burst from relief.

"I'll make him."

Then Fu Shao and Fu Heng exchanged a long look, then they nodded understood each other.

Fu Shao then brought his face close to Leng.

"You wanted to ruin my wife? Wanted to make her scream?"

His voice tore through my growing dizziness and sent a shiver down my back. But I was glad it wasn't directed at me.

As I'd been scared of Fu Shao before, but never had heard he sounded anything like this.

Leng shook his head frantically.

"No, please."