Wang Jian stood by the window of the hotel room, staring down at Bella's sleeping form. Her auburn hair spilled across the pillow, her voluptuous body draped lazily under the sheets, still flush from their passionate encounters. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her; she looked so peaceful, so completely spent. But deep down, there was a growing unease in Wang Jian's chest.
The Blood Hunters were closing in on him, and fast. The gang he had left behind was not known for letting traitors walk free, and now that they had found him, things were about to get dangerous. He knew they would stop at nothing to recover the incriminating video camera he had stolen—an item that could destroy the lives of some of the most powerful people in the country. Politicians, businessmen, and others with deep pockets and influence all had their dark secrets stored in that camera, and the Blood Hunters wanted it back.
