"She's an orphan. I'm her only family. I have spoiled her, and she's very dependent on me. Normally, she feels jealous."
"Why don't you marry her then? You care about her, and she definitely wants you. Isn't that perfect?!"
Scott turned her around and rested her head on his thigh, then he lifted her chin up and watched her tearful eyes and rosy red nose. He chuckled. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Huh. I just feel sorry for myself. She got what she asked for, and you are here telling me off. You know what, I bet even if she kills me one day, you won't even care." Brianna said with her eyes closed, refusing to look at him. Tears ran down her cheeks, and they seemed nonstop.
Scott heaved a sigh and wiped the tears off her cheeks gently. "Alright, l forgive you for beating Lucia, but you have to apologize to her and promise that you won't hurt her again."
Now, Brianna was enraged, she opened her eyes and glared at Scott. "Why?! She started it! Look at the scratches on me! And she even pulled my hair off. The last time she pushed me off the stairs, and I could have died! I was simply defending myself."
"She's still a young kid. I will talk to her. But this time, you really hurt her. You have to apologize to her."
"No, I won't. Scott, won't you please let me go? So many women are dying to be with you, to please you. Why don't you let them?"
Scott knitted his brows, and he grabbed his chin tighter. "Don't start this nonsense again. I've told you, I won't let you leave unless you are dead."
"Then, I shall be dead!" Brianna cried and punched Scott in his chest, "Let me go!"
Scott pressed his lips on Brianna's, and as he tightened his grip, Brianna's chin hurt, and she opened her mouth. Scott took the chance, and his tongue slipped in, searching hers. He kissed her with passion, yet at the same time, with unusual patience and gentleness. Brianna gave in slowly.
Just then, Scott's phone rang. He ignored it, but it kept ringing, and just as he intended to switch it off, he saw who was calling and answered. "Yes?"
"Mr. Scott Anderson, bad news. Mr. Jacob Morgan is in a fight at Turn On Bar. He is outnumbered as he only has two bodyguards with him."
"I will be right there," Scott said and hung up. He quickly got dressed and marched out of the room.
At first, Brianna thought it was none of her business, and then she suddenly remembered that it was at Turn On Bar that she and Angela got beaten. Thanks to Chris, or we would probably have died. Brianna thought. Wait a minute, Chris probably didn't just happen to show up. It was perhaps planned. And Angela, I haven't heard from her for ages.
Scott had tried looking for Angela but couldn't find anything. Chris refused to tell Brianna where Angela was. She herself had tried calling her a few times, and the number was no longer in use.
Where is Angela? Why is Jacob at the Turn On Bar? Who has he got in a fight with? Is Chris involved? The more she thought about it, the more worried she grew, and she quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs. Just before the driver started the car, Brianna opened the door and jumped in. She didn't even have time to put her shoes on.
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned.
"I want to see if Angela is there."
"Haven't you learned from last time? Don't you know how dangerous it can be?"
"I do. But I'm just worried about her."
Scott nodded at the driver, and the car sped out into the night. "Remember to stay safe." He said plainly, holding back his anger.
Brianna nodded.
On the way, Scott received a few more calls, and it was updated about what was happening at the bar. Frightened, Brianna clenched her fists tight, hearing the violent noise over the phone. The driver accelerated.
When they got to the bar, one of Jacob's bodyguards was dead on the floor while the other was lying in a puddle of blood, struggling to get up. Jacob's shirt was soaked with blood, but he was still carrying on, fighting with bare hands against a dozen big guys with knives.
Brianna had never seen anything like it in real life. She thought it would only happen in movies. Only then did she realize that there were real Kong Fu masters like Bruce Lee. And Jacob was one.
However, just as Scott sent in more bodyguards, someone stabbed Jacob at his calf, and the cut was so deep that he staggered and fell over. Immediately, a few guys jumped at him. Scott reacted quickly. He threw a high kick at one of the guy's heads and snatched the knife off his hand just before he fell over, then he charged at the other guys with the knife, slicing and cutting them mercilessly. He held Jacob with one arm and was ready to fight the rest.
Just then, more bodyguards arrived, and before long, the fight was over.
"Scott..." Jacob whispered. He was badly hurt and could hardly speak.
"It's all good now," Scott assured him and ordered the bodyguards to take the gang to the police and find out who they worked for.
However, just then, a clear voice came from the door. "Scott Anderson, what a scene you have created at my bar! Shouldn't you ask for my permission first? And you are now taking these people to the police? You want to shut down my bar, don't you?"
Everyone turned to look and saw, in the flashing neon lights, a tall and muscular young man in a light purple shirt with floral patterns and black pants. He looked fierce and undeniably handsome. His attire, especially the necklace with a skull-shaped black diamond and the watch he was wearing, suggested that he was someone of tremendous wealth.
Scott replied indifferently, "A pleasure to meet you finally in person, Jake Moore. It sounds like these men do not work for you."