Chapter 2: Meet Adams

I took a long drag from the cigarette hanging in between my first and middle fingers. The smoke filled my lungs, leaving me momentarily breathless. I exhaled and grinned, watching as the smoke swirled in the air. It was my favorite part of smoking. The only best moment that could heal my pain right now.

" Can I have you for tonight?" A faint, clear, and familiar voice whispered in my ears, and I could hear it despite the music blasting through the pub. He had been at the back of my ears saying what I can call rubbish since I walked into this pub and he was still there talking like a parrot even as I had refused to spare him a glimpse.

I shunned his words and drag more smoke from my cigarette just I as did to his responses. If this man knows the condition I was in now if would have just let me be. Let him keep wasting his precious time here.

" You seem not to be a well-trained, young girl," he said lethally, thinking I would turn around or maybe give him a twinge of attention with his seemed-rude speech but hell no.

I smirked at the cigarette in the middle of my fingers and was about to drag a smoke again when he stretched forth his hand from the back and stopped me. He held my hand so firmly; like I had never experienced before, and finally forced me to raise my eyes to him - to see the man that got the guts to hold a Beta's daughter like that. Correction- a rejected Beta's daughter.

I met golden pairs of ocean eyes, a pointed nose, and a full-bearded guy who would have been in his mid-20s. His voice was no match to the beauty I was seeing here. He must be different from the guy talking to me over thirty minutes ago.

Our eyes were locked to each other yet his grip was firm on me.

" Don't you hear me as I was talking to you for the past thirty minutes?" He asked as I watched his cute lips parted so enticingly.

" Must you walk around to meet girls at a pub? Don't you have a mate?" I broke the silence for the first time.

" How dare you talk back at me like that? Are you going insane?" He asked, his grip now becoming torture. I struggled to leave his grip but he was so mean at it as if he would die if he let go of me.

" Hey, asshole!! Let go of me else I do what you will hate" I gritted and responded, hiding his cuteness that was driving me crazy in my anger.

" Now let me see as you will free yourself from me, little cat," he said and chuckled.

I struggled to free myself from his grip but he was so strong to make it possible not until I mashed his skin with my teeth before he could let go of me. " This will tell you to always mind your business".

" You must be an asshole! You lack manners and female abuser" I scoffed at him and puffed a larger area of smoke to his face as he struggled with the little pain in his arm.

"Suit yourself," the man shrugged, letting go of me. "But if you change your mind, I'll be here."

" It's never your fault, asshole! I blame my father for this" I matched on his toes and walked out of the pub.

As I turned to leave the pub, a tall, huge man stood in my way. He had dark hair that fell in soft waves around his face and piercing green eyes. I didn't know him, but something about him made me uneasy. He looked like a tout or a hoodlum. There were four giant guys beside him, holding planks in their hands. And the way they looked at me looked so scary and suspicious.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to step around him, but his men were blocking my path.

"You must be lost," the man said smoothly. "This isn't the kind of place a pretty girl like you should be hanging out in."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not lost. And who said I was pretty?"

The man chuckled. "I did. And I think we should get to know each other."

I shook my head. I didn't have time for this. I took another step around him and he grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I staggered before I could retain my stand.

"Let go of me," I hissed, trying to pull away.

"Come on," the man said, grinning. "We'll get a drink, chat a bit. I promise I won't bite."

I glared at him. "I doubt that, motherfucker."

One of his men hit me with the plank at my back as I was struggling to let go of these hoodlums. I lost balance because I was damn weak. I fell on the floor helplessly, not having the strength to call for help.

Suddenly, I felt a hand pulling out my trouser with my pant while his men were busy finding means to keep me mute. I was so weak to the extent that my scream could not even leave my lips.

He pulled out his dick and was about to thrust Into me when a man walked silently to the scene and said,

"I think it's time you guys leave her alone," the man said confidently as he stood up straight, towering over the group of guys who had been harassing me. He stopped as if a remote paused him as he saw the reflection of the man through the wall. He zipped up and began to quiver on his feet alongside his men.

I rushed and pulled back my trouser and my pant, but so slowly as if all the strength in me had dissipated.

As soon as the man came into view, the hoodlums fell on their knees rubbing their palms together for him not to kill them. I rolled my eyes to where the man was standing in surprise. Believe me, these men were so huge and strong than all these things they were doing. I was even surprised to see one of them shedding tears, I mean the biggest among them.

I elevated my gaze from his shoes to his head and found out it was the man I scoffed at the pub a few minutes ago. He was leaning against the wall, his two hands in his hands, and smiling as these men were begging him.