Living In Safe House

The morning sun was creeping through the blinds as Wang Jian slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Bella. She stirred slightly, her body still soft and relaxed after the night they had shared. Wang Jian glanced at her peaceful face, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips before he silently dressed and headed out.

It wasn't a long drive to the warehouse where Charlotte's attackers were being held. The place had been fortified by her security team, and the gang members were restrained in separate cells, hands and feet bound, their faces bruised and dirty from the scuffle that had ensued during their capture.