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Chapter 3 The Strange and Dangerous Man

Chloe Morgan's POV:

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and scanned the area for a way out.

But then I noticed a bunch of heavily armed guys surrounding the warehouse.

Bodies of those thugs were scattered all over the place outside.

I stood there, alone among the corpses, staring down a line of dark gun barrels.

Maybe it was the adrenaline from everything that happened today, but somehow, I managed to stay on my feet without passing out.

I heard a guy, who seemed to be in charge, shout, "Boss, there's a woman here!"

My grip on the door frame tightened.

These guys looked way more trained and better equipped than the thugs from earlier.

Despite all the death around, they were super calm, like they were used to this kind of thing.

I had a gut feeling they were scarier than the guns they were holding.

And who knew how terrifying their boss might be!

In the eerie silence, the ominous echo of leather military boots hitting the ground reverberated, each step feeling like a blow to my heart, flooding me with dread.

Moments later, I felt a cold, scrutinizing gaze on me.

I gathered my courage and looked up.

Not far away, a tall guy stood at the front of the group. His short blonde hair seemed to shine, and his light blue eyes were piercing. His combat uniform showed off his broad shoulders and long legs, making him look even more intimidating.

As our eyes met, he lowered the hand holding his gun and started walking towards me.

The guy from earlier called out nervously, "Boss."

The man raised his hand, signaling him to shut up, and walked right up to me.

My eyes flicked to the gun in his hand, and my survival instinct kicked in. "Don't kill me, please! I don't know who you are, but you must be after these people. I don't know them; I was just captured by them."

I looked at him nervously, praying he wasn't a total monster.

When he didn't respond, I pleaded even more desperately, "Let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone about what happened today!"

I didn't know what I said that caught his attention, but his gaze swept over me, and he spoke coldly, "Why should I believe you? If I shoot you now, you'll never speak again. Why should I take a risk on you?"

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my chin, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes.

His question left me speechless, but I didn't want to die.

I had barely managed to escape.

I met his dangerous gaze without flinching and answered, "What do I have to do for you to believe me? I'll do anything, just don't kill me!"

"So afraid of death? Willing to do anything?" he said, putting away the gun.

I became even more cautious but still nodded.

"Follow me," he ordered, turning to leave.

I was stunned for a few seconds, then obediently followed him.

He told his men to clean up the scene but didn't say what to do with me.

I followed them outside the factory and saw a row of neatly parked cars.

He hopped into the second car up front, still not giving me any clue about what I should do. I stood there, totally confused.

"Get in," he ordered.

I climbed in and sat next to him.

"Close your eyes. Don't peek at the route," he added.

I did as I was told and shut my eyes.

The car started moving, and I had no idea how long we drove. I only opened my eyes when he said I could.

We were driving through a fancy villa complex halfway up a mountain. The car stopped in front of the last villa.

"Get out," he said.

I opened the door and got out, following him inside.

The villa was decked out with fancy furniture and chandeliers, but it felt like no one really lived there. It was too perfect, too untouched.

I looked around, trying to calm my nerves.

Next thing I knew, I was in the master bedroom on the second floor. A huge bed took up most of the room, and the guy was standing by it, casually undressing, showing off his ripped muscles.

It was just the two of us, and he kept undressing. My mind started racing.

My heart pounded. "What are you doing?"

"Dominic Voss," he said coldly.

I blinked, realizing that must be his name.

"Mr. Voss, what are you doing?" I asked.

Dominic, now shirtless, walked towards me.

The air was thick with his scent, a mix of male hormones, gunpowder, and blood.

I got even more nervous, my breathing slowing as I tried not to provoke him.

What was he planning?

Was he thinking of having a one-night stand with me?

I shut my eyes, trying to avoid looking at his bare chest, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Sure, he had a great body, but how could I refuse him without getting myself killed?

"For someone so scared, you sure think a lot," Dominic scoffed, his voice deep and mocking.

Realizing I had misunderstood, I felt a wave of embarrassment.

"Your room is next door. Go look in the mirror and see who would be interested in you like this." Dominic chuckled, pinched my cheek, and headed to the bathroom.

I rubbed my sore cheek, thinking about everything that had happened today.

I didn't need a mirror to know I looked like a mess.

Whether he was never interested in me or just because of my current state, at least now I could relax a bit.

Summoning some unknown courage, I called out to him again, "Mr. Voss, when can I go home?"

Dominic raised an eyebrow. "Did I say you could go home?"

I was speechless.

True, the fact that he hadn't killed me was already a relief. How could I even think about going home?

At least, not now.

Without the immediate threat of death, my mind started wandering.

Thinking about tomorrow's wedding and what those thugs said about someone wanting me dead, I couldn't let it go. I even wanted to go back and see who would be Liam's bride at tomorrow's wedding.

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