Spade's POV
The scene before me was a nightmare, with the bodies of Zeke's gang scattered across the floor, lifeless and bloodied.
"Looks like Zeke and his gang are dead," Ten muttered solemnly, his voice edged with the weight of the situation.
"Whoever did this is a professional killer," Louren added, his face a mask of seriousness. "And a brutal one."
But their words felt distant, like a faint echo in my mind. My thoughts were consumed by one thing.
Where is she?
I couldn't stop the growing anxiety in my chest. Ren's sister was out there, and if they hadn't dragged her into this, Ren would've fought. I knew it. He wouldn't have hesitated.
"Young master, we found him."
"Bring him here," I commanded, my voice cold and emotionless.
The lone survivor of Zeke's gang was shoved in front of me, struggling and cursing. His fear was palpable, but it didn't matter to me. All I needed was information.
He screamed as I kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Let go of me, you bastards—AAAH!" he yelled, his body crumpling to the floor.
I stepped on his face, pressing harder as I leaned in, my voice filled with cold fury.
"I'll only ask you once, so you better answer truthfully. Where the hell is she?"
"No matter how many times you ask me, I won't tell you. I don't know where she is anymore. You might as well kill me now!"
His words grated against my patience. I reached for the gun at my side, my hand steady as I pointed it at his face.
"Dare to talk nonsense again, and I'll shoot your fucking head off." I cocked the gun. "Where the fuck is she?!"
"Alright, a-a-alright!" he stammered, his eyes wide with fear, yet a mocking grin still spread across his face. "I sold her to a Mafia boss in the Old District. That's all I know." His grin grew wider, almost sinister. "You'd better hurry, though, because by now, Boss Sato is probably having his fun with her—"
I didn't let him finish. With a swift motion, I shot him in the head, the sound of the gunshot deafening in the still room.
"Keep the rest of your story in hell," I muttered through gritted teeth.
Ten and Louren both tried to speak, but I was already moving, my voice cutting them off.
"Everyone, listen carefully to what I'm about to say."
In an instant, over fifty butlers appeared from the shadows, awaiting my command.
"I don't care if you have to tear through every gang and Mafia in the country. Find her. Now." My fist clenched, the raw need to find her burning through me.
"Find. The. Girl."
Xyrine Jean's POV
"Touching someone's mistress, are we?"
I was certain my heart skipped a beat.
"Spade?"
His presence was like a storm, even when his face remained emotionless. His anger was undeniable, even with the stillness of his expression.
He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes intense and calculating, before he turned away. That's when it hit me— Why the hell am I wearing this?
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling exposed.
Ugh! Why is this happening?
If I could have covered myself, I would have—but my hands were bound.
Then, without warning, Spade's fury unleashed. He lunged at the man beside me. The force of his kick sent the man flying from the bed, crashing to the floor with an audible thud.
Before I could react, Spade grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up with a violent jerk. The next few seconds were a blur of punches and blood.
"You know what I hate the most?" Spade's voice was low, almost deadly. "I admit, I'm a bit possessive, but—" He dragged the man toward the wall. "What's mine is mine, and it will stay mine," he growled, his voice tightening with rage.
With one final punch, he slammed the man's head into the wall with a sickening crack. The room went silent.
"And I don't share what's fucking mine!"
Spade stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each breath, before he turned to face me.
"How many times?" His voice was as cold as ice, his eyes piercing through me.
"W-What?"
"How many times?" he demanded again, his jaw tightening.
The question didn't make sense. What was he asking?
"HOW MANY TIMES DID THIS MAN TOUCH YOU?" His voice was a roar now, and I flinched back, fear creeping in.
But then his expression changed. He smirked, and my heart stuttered in my chest.
Was he out of his mind? Did he really think something had happened between me and that guy? His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer. I could feel his breath on my face, and I froze, unable to move.
"Should I mark you as my territory?" His words were low and almost chilling. "So no one dares to touch you again? Is that it?"
I felt my skin crawl as he hovered over me. My body was tense, my heart racing in ways I couldn't explain. Every instinct told me to fight, but I couldn't. I couldn't even breathe properly.
Before I knew it, he was inches from my face, and I braced for impact. I thought he was going to kiss me, but then his hand went to my mouth, smothering any sound I tried to make.
"Xyrine! Spade!" Louren's voice broke through the thick tension, and suddenly, the door burst open.
Both Ten and Louren froze, their eyes darting between Spade and me. I could barely breathe, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.
Spade stepped back, releasing me from his grasp and throwing a blanket over my body. His face was blank again, his anger replaced by an eerie calmness.
"Untie her," he ordered, his voice low and cold.
The moment they unbound me, I was up, my mind racing with a hundred thoughts.
"Are you alright?" Louren asked, his voice serious as he carefully removed the gag from my mouth.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I'm fine. How are Ren and his sister?"
"They're safe," Tennessee answered quickly, but his eyes flickered to Spade. "Spade looked like he was about to kill someone just now."
Louren nodded, his face grim. "Yeah, that was… intense."
The tension in the air was thick as we left the room. I couldn't help but glance over at Spade, who stood in the corner, his expression unreadable.
A sense of unease washed over me. I knew he was dangerous, but now—he was unpredictable, his mood shifting like the wind.
"Xyrine, you're safe now," Louren said, trying to ease the tension, but it only seemed to make things worse.
When we stepped out of the building, I was immediately struck by the sight of dozens of men in black suits. It was a sea of faces, all waiting for orders.
"Oh, little missy, you have no idea what chaos you've caused," Ten remarked, his tone light despite the circumstances.
I ignored him, scanning the area. My eyes locked on Spade. He wasn't angry anymore, but there was something unsettling about his blank expression.
Louren draped his jacket over my shoulders. "It's fine. You can have it," he said with a smile, but my skin tingled with discomfort. I couldn't explain it. Something about Louren just felt off.
Before I could dwell on it, I was jerked forward, my arm grabbed by an unseen hand.
"Wait, where are you taking me?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
The man didn't respond, only continued dragging me toward a white car parked in front.
"Get in the car."
"What?"
"I said, get in the car!"
"And where are we going?"
"GET IN THE F*CKING CAR!"
I climbed into the car without another word, my thoughts racing. This was insane.
The ride was tense, and I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened—Spade's anger, his intensity, and how easily he'd taken control of the situation.
When we arrived at the condominium, I was even more confused.
"What are we doing here?" I asked as the elevator doors closed, but he remained silent.
Then, a man reeking of alcohol entered the elevator. His presence was unwelcome, and I immediately covered my nose, glaring at him. He was staring at me—too intently.
When he lit a cigarette, I could feel his eyes burn into me. I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word.
Then, just as I was about to make a move, Spade lunged forward, kicking the man in the stomach. The man tumbled to the floor, but before he could react, Spade grabbed the cigarette from his hand and shoved it back into his mouth.
"F*ck! What the hell?" the man cried, his voice muffled by the cigarette.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT A PIECE OF WHAT'S MINE?" Spade yelled, his voice booming in the small space. "IT'S F*CKING INFURIATING!"
The elevator doors closed, and the chaos was over.
We arrived at a unit. Spade stood before me, his presence suffocating.
"Get in," he ordered emotionlessly.
"I don't want to! What is this place?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with something dark. "For someone who's caused so much mess today, you're still pretty damn gutsy."
Before I could protest, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward him. "Stop being bratty and get in."
I had no choice but to comply, and as we entered the unit, I couldn't help but notice the opulence around me. The space was beautiful, but I had no time to admire it.
"Now take it off."
His words sent a shockwave of panic through me.
"What?"
He didn't answer. His brow furrowed, and the silence was oppressive.
"Take it off. Now."
I felt my stomach twist in dread.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He didn't waste another moment. He yanked the jacket Louren had given me off my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I wanted to protest, to fight back, but his grip was like iron.
I couldn't breathe.
This is too much.
I can't take this anymore.
"Hey, if you don't move away this instant, I'll punch—hmmmp!"
I couldn't speak. His hand was over my mouth again, silencing me.
"This is my last order for the day," he said, his voice dangerously calm.
He looked away but quickly turned back to stare directly into my eyes.
"Stay away from everyone."
"And that's my order."