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Ian caught her firmly by the waist, his fingers gripping her with unmistakable intent.
Ynda jerked her head away, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Quit fooling around.”
He lowered his gaze, quietly watching her stubborn profile–her chin lifted, refusing to back down, clearly a bit ticked off.
“You called Charles to go hiking but didn’t invite me. Are you guys back together?” Ian’s voice was low, edged with obsessive jealousy.
His grip on her waist turned almost possessive, tightening so much it felt like he might snap her in two as he spoke.
Ynda nced at the clock on the wall, then pushed him away again.
Ian looked hurt, burying his face against her neck. “Not stringing me along anymore?”
“Who’s stringing you along?” Ynda shot back, her voice sharp.
Ian swallowed hard, his lips tightening in frustration. He just couldn’t handle how Ynda suddenly seemed so close to Charles.
His eyes rimmed red as he jumped to his feet. “Fine, go ahead and be with him if that’s what you want.”
Saying nothing more, he threw on his mask and walked out.
‘Ynda couldn’t figure it out at all.‘ she thought, ‘All I did was go hiking with Charles–why is Ian losing his mind over this?‘
She brushed off her lips, then quickly grabbed a cab and left.
The driver nced in the rearview mirror, sounding a bit confused. “Is the car behind us your friend? Looks like they’ve been tailing us for a while.”
Ynda breathed a quiet sigh of relief–someone from the Andrade family really did show up.
“Nah, probably just some folks out for a night hike,” she answered, acting casual.
The driver dropped it after that.
There weren’t a lot of people hiking at night. Ynda had already checked with Jack about which trail Charles was taking, so she just followed his route.
She <b>wasn’t </b>worried about getting separated–none of the trails had any forks, <b>so </b>she knew she wouldn’t end up losing Charles along the way.
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After half an hour of walking, she caught footsteps closing in behind her. Right then, her cheap stic locator beeped, showing she was within twenty meters of Charles.
She nced forward and hurriedly started running.
This stretch of road was deserted, with only a few scattered streetlights casting dim pools of light.
Even in this sparse lighting, Charles was all dangerous allure–he had that bad boy vibe going for him, and somehow even those hastily bought gym clothes now looked downright stylish and suave on him.
Ynda heard the footsteps behind her speeding up. With a quick nce, she caught sight of seven or eight men closing in–no mistake about it, the Andrade family was truly out for blood tonight.
She hurried forward and grabbed Charles’s hand without hesitation. “Found you.”
Charles pulled her in by the waist and kissed her on the cheek. “Impressive.”
Just as Ynda was about to speak, the clubs came crashing down–the men were attacking head–on, not holding back at all.
Charles reacted in a heartbeat, yanking her behind him and sending one of the thugs flying with a quick, brutal kick.
He was the heir of the Sinir family; after surviving countless assassination attempts, hisbat skills were dangerous as hell.
These guys didn’t have a clue who Charles was, and they all looked ready to kill.
“F*ck off, you pretty boy! Hand over that woman–now!” one of them spat, eyes full of hate.
Charles shot them a cold, predatory look, then turned and asked Ynda softly, “Do you know any of these bastards<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Fear flickered across Ynda’s face. She shook her head slowly.
“Stay back,” Charles said in a low, protective tone.
Seeing that Charles refused to back down, the seven men started swinging their steel pipes at him without hesitation.
Ynda had never witnessed Charles like this before. In the past, all those punks and troublemakers were dealt with by his own men–this was the first time she’d actually seen him handle things himself.
He was brutal and deadly, striking without hesitation and not uttering a single word to the enemies.
He grabbed a steel pipe right out of one thug’s grip and drove a powerful kick straight into the guy’s stomach.
Most of the thugs were already on the ground, but just when it seemed clear, one guy whipped out a knife.
“Watch out!” Ynda yelled.
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Charles couldn’t dodge in time–the de plunged straight into his shoulder.
The thugs picked themselves up, now attacking with even more reckless abandon.
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Ynda rushed forward, snatched a steel pipe off the ground to parry a blow, then threw herself in front of Charles, determined to protect him.
The de shed her arm, but Charles seized the moment, delivering a swift, savage kick that sent the attacker sprawling.
Seeing they were no match, the thugs stumbled back, hurling curses as they scrambled away.
Ynda clutched her arm, her face pale.
Charles squatted down in front of her, his voice light and caring. “Come on, get up here.”
“My legs are fine, you know,” she muttered in protest.
“Quit acting tough,” he shot back, sounding a little exasperated.
Reluctantly, she climbed onto his back.
Jack was waiting outside. When he saw them both hurt, he was shocked but quickly rushed them to the hospital.
Ynda ended up with eighteen stitches in her arm, while Charles’s shoulder wound wasn’t too deep–just a bit of ointment and he’d be fine.
Charles nced at Jack, his gaze steady and voice cutting through the air. “Hunt those bastards down and get to the bottom of this<b>. </b>I want everything uncovered.”
Ynda heard him and let hershes fall, eyes drifting shut from exhaustion andplicated emotions.
‘Dragging trouble to someone else’s door–guess that’s exactly what he came for tonight, she thought.
Charles was way too proud to ever ditch her in a moment like that–and with this messnding right in hisp, there’s no way he wasn’t getting to the bottom of it.
The Andrade family didn’t even need to get fancy toe after her. They’d be careless, leaving a mess of clues behind. All she had to do was sit tight and wait.
Eyes closed, deep in thought, Ynda suddenly sensed someone’s gaze on her.
She looked up, her eyes meeting Charles’s.
Charles reached over and gave her cheek a yful pinch, smugly thinking to himself, ‘She’s totally head over
<b>heels </b>for me.‘
On the way back to the hotel, Ynda wasn’t sure if she was imagining things, but Charles gently held her injured arm and even blew softly over her wound, like he was trying <b>to </b>soothe <b>away </b>the pain.
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His warm breathnded on her skin, but it barely registered–Ynda just tilted her head and pretended to bepletely worn out, hoping he wouldn’t notice how awkward she felt.
When they finally made it back to the hotel, they bumped into Vivian in the elevator–talk about bad timing.
Vivian spotted Ynda first, surprise shing in her eyes. She started to say something, but Ynda jumped in, all casual: “Ms. Andrade, what’s the matter–counting sheep tonight?”
Vivian’s lips thinned as she nced at Charles, swallowing back whatever she’d wanted to say, the awkward silence stretching between them.
Vivian was getting anxious. ‘Seriously, what gives? Ynda’s still in one piece after I sent seven guys out?‘ she grumbled to herself.
Her eyes shot straight to Charles’s shoulder, going wide with shock before narrowing suspiciously. “How did you end up
up hurt?”
Charles didn’t even bother answering.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Charles took hold of Ynda’s uninjured hand and led her straight out, heading quietly back to their room without another word.
Standing there by herself, Vivian’s face alternated between pale and livid, then back again–she looked downright awful.
Ynda grabbed her pajamas and was about to head for the bathroom when Charles pulled her back in a quick, possessive motion. He pressed a kiss to her neck and murmured against her skin, “Does it still hurt?”
She shoved him away and clutched her pajamas, determined to head inside. Worried about pulling at her injury, Charles didn’t reach for her again and just let her go.
Ynda was careful not to get her stitches wet in the shower. By the time she got back to bed, Jack called to let her know they’d already tracked down where those guys were staying.
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