Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Norah’s POV

“It’s a trap!” Irina grabbed my arm. “Norah, you can’t go.”

“He’s myman. I deal with him myself,” I said, my voice cold.

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I grabbed my coat. “You two stay. Handle the show prep. If I’m not back by 4 PM, cancel the launch. Thencall the police.”

Irina and Katarina exchanged a look. Then they stepped forward.

Katarina’s eyes gleamed. “No way. Your knight’s in trouble. You think we’d miss the party? We’ve got your back, Your Majesty.”

Seeing their determination, I didn’t argue.

I drove alone to the warehouse district, parking several blocks away in an abandoned lot. I continued on foot.

The deserted industrial zone was eerily silent. Too quiet.

I kept low, using rusted shipping containers and overgrown weeds for cover, moving carefully toward the back of the warehouse.

Just as I rounded the corner, a low, mocking whistle cut the air behind me.

I spun. Two men stood there, blocking my retreat. From the side door, several more emerged, surrounding me.

The leader smirked. “Miss Hawthorne. Save your energy. Our boss is waiting.”

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of rust and dust. I coughed.

Then I saw him.

Lucien was chained to a metal chair, shirtless. His body was a map of fresh whip marks. Blood streaked down his muscles. He looked like a caged animal, wild with rage.

A man in a loud floral shirt twirled a butterfly knife. He grinned when he saw me.

He circled Lucien. “Mr. Constantine! Your lady’s here. The boss wants you to watch. Watch us have some fun with her.”

Lucien let out a guttural roar, straining against the chains. “Touch her and I’ll kill you!”

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“Still got a mouth on you!” Floral Shirt snapped. He raised the whip and brought it down hard

Crack.

A new welt split open on Lucien’s skin. My heart squeezed so tight I could barely breathe.

“Norah!” Lucien shouted, his eyes locked on me. “Get out of here! Now!”

I turned my full gaze to the man in the floral shirt. My voice was dangerously calm. “Let him go. You want me.”

He laughed, walking slowly toward me. “I love a good sacrifice play.”

He stopped in front of me. Using the cold blade of the knife, he flicked open the buttons of my trench coat, then my blouse.

“You touch her-!” Lucien’s roar was cut short by another crack of the whip. He grunted in pain, blood trickling from his lip.

In that split second of distraction–I acted.

I drove my knee up, hard, into the man’s groin.

He screamed, doubling over.

I snatched the falling butterfly knife and slashed it backward, opening a deep cut on his whip

arm.

“You bitch!” he howled.

The other men rushed me, pinning my arms.

Clutching his bleeding arm, Floral Shirt kicked me to the ground, his eyes murderous. He grabbed a metal pipe and stalked toward me with a vicious sneer.

“I’ll teach you to beg for death!”

As he raised the pipe-

CRASH!

The side window shattered. Irina and Katarina burst through, followed by our bodyguards.

Irina sent the nearest thug flying with a kick. Katarina drove her stiletto heel into another man’s foot.

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“Touch our girl,” Irina snarled, “you answer to me.”

Chaos erupted.

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