Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Norah’s Pov

The icy sea wind cut like a knife against my bare back.

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I was trapped–cornered in a dead–end maintenance alley on the deck, pressed against the cold metal hull with nowhere to run.

The bald man leading the group stepped closer. His face was shiny with sweat and alcohol, a nasty grin twisting his lips. The wealthy businessmen behind him stared with greedy, hungry

eyes.

“Well, well… Mr. Constantine’s so–called ‘rule“,” he sneered, rubbing his hands together. “What are you doing out here all alone? Did he get tired of you already?” He reached out, trying to touch my face.

I sidestepped, my eyes darting toward a cleaning cart nearby. There was an empty champagne bottle. I grabbed it, smashed the bottom against the railing, and pointed the jagged glass at them.

“Get lost,” I said, my voice cold. “Or I can’t promise this won’t end up in someone’s throat.”

For a second, they froze. Then they burst into ugly laughs.

“Oho! A little wildcat with claws!” one chuckled.

“I like ‘em feisty!” another slurred.

The bald man’s smile vanished. He nodded to his friends. One came at me from the side. As he got close, I stomped hard on his foot.

“Aow-!” he yelped, hobbling back.

But another man grabbed my right wrist. A sharp, tearing pain shot through my palm–the old injury flaring up. I ignored it, driving my elbow hard into his stomach. He grunted and let go.

Damn it.

Clenching my jaw, I swung the broken bottle, forcing the bald man back. But my hand wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Scared, sweetheart?” he mocked.

He kicked hard, and the bottle shattered in my grip.

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Crash-!

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Shards of glass flew everywhere. A hot, stabbing pain seared the back of my hand–a large piece was stuck deep in my flesh.

“Ah-!” I dropped the bottleneck. My whole right hand went numb.

I used my left hand to pull out the glass. Blood poured out.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he taunted, moving closer.

I tried to kick him, but he caught my ankle and yanked me off balance. I slammed against the wall.

“Who are you pretending to be?” he spat. “We know how many men you’ve been with.”

The man I’d elbowed earlier grabbed the thin diamond straps on the back of my gown and yanked.

Riiip-

The straps snapped. The dress slid down. My back was fully exposed to the freezing wind.

“Let me go!” I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the wind and distant music.

A dirty hand stroked my bare skin. I twisted, sickened.

“Let’s see the face that drove Mr. Constantine crazy,” the bald man growled, grabbing my chin.

With the last of my strength, I spat in his face.

Smack-!

He slapped me hard. My face burned. I tasted blood.

The other two men pinned me against the wall–arms and legs held tight. I was completely trapped.

The bald man leaned close. His breath stank of cheap cigars and liquor. “Constantine’s ‘rule… Let me have a taste too.”

He tried to kiss me. I turned my face, but his wet lips slid across my cheek and neck. I felt sick.

Then I saw him unbuckle his belt.

Despair washed over me like icy water. I closed my eyes.

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A roar of rage echoed across the deck.

My eyes flew open.

Lucien charged forward, a blur of black fury. He didn’t say a word.

All I heard were cracks of bone and screams of pain.

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The man holding my ankle was kicked flying into the railing. The one who tore my dress had his arm twisted the wrong way.

In seconds, all of them were on the ground, moaning.

Only the bald man was left, sprawled and terrified, a dark patch spreading across his pants.

Lucien stomped on his wrist.

“Ahhh!” the man shrieked.

Lucien’s face was cold. He crouched down, eyes burning with murder.

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