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At least Atlas men would need some time to search all the rooms.
There was still a slim chance of avoiding disaster.
Meanwhile, Kingsley, Dylan, and Natasha were seated at a cafe across from the hotel, calmly sipping their coffees Darling, your plan worked perfectly
Atlas just stormed in with his men, Natasha said excitedly to Kingsley.
Now we just sit back and enjoy the show? Kingsley set down his coffee with a smile.
Well enjoy the show alright, but first, we need to block all the escape routes at the back of the hotel. Always thinking ahead, Mr. Baldwin ! Dylan praised him with a thumbs up.
Natasha quickly summoned her people.
Get those reporters here now, she commanded.
Soon, over a dozen journalists with their equipment were rushing to help Kingsleys group secure the hotels rear exits
When did you arrange for reporters ? Dylan asked, impressed.
Natasha shot Kingsley a smug look.
Darling, you’re clever, but I’m no amateur either.
I had those reporters on standby before we even arrived.
Kingsley chuckled
Finley really had the worst luck crossing paths with someone as ruthless as you.
They don’t call me the Black Widow for nothing, Natasha replied with a cold smile.
Catching cheaters is my specialty.
Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Finley jumped up in panic.
He tumbled out of bed completely naked and nearly lost his balance.
Normally, his agility would prevent such clumsiness, but the lingering effects of the drug still weighed heavily on him.
Even with his martial arts training and robust physique, he was struggling to hold it together.
Yvonnes pale skin was marred with red marks, evidence of their rough escapades.
Completely exhausted, she lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep, looking like she had barely survived the night.
Finley hurriedly threw on his clothes while roughly shaking her awake.
Yvonne, wake up! We need to leave right now! he urged, his voice trembling with urgency.
O Yvonne batted his hand away, her eyelids heavy with sleep.
Leave? Why? You beast, you nearly broke me last night, she murmured.
I can’t even feel my legs right now.
Let me sleep a little longer, you heartless brute.
In his panic, Finley fumbled with his clothes, even putting his underwear on backward in his haste. Damn it, stop sleeping! We need to get out of here, or were in serious trouble! Annoyed, Yvonne shot back, If you want to leave, then go ! I’m not moving.
You hit it and quit it, huh? don’t think I’ll let you touch me again after this! Finleys patience snapped as he slapped her across the face, his voice dropping into a growl.
You idiot! Do you even realize whats happening? Mr. Giordano is downstairs right now! Yvonnes face paled, but she stayed silent as Finley continued to seethe
If we don’t leave this second, its going to be your funeral literally.
And you’re talking about next time? Goddamn it, youve got to be kidding me.
Regret churned in Finleys gut like a storm
Sure, the thrill of last night had been intoxicating, but he was paying for it in the worst way possible.
It had been fun while it lasted, but the consequences were proving far deadlier than he had ever imagined.
Atlas had personally shown up with his crew.
Even with Pinleys usual reckless bravado, he could not help but feel a pang of guilt and sheer terror. Meanwhile, Yvonne went pale as a ghost when she heard Atlas was there
Atlas … Is here ? A Are you sure? she stammered, her voice trembling, tears already welling In her eyes
Finley shoved her clothes at her and barked, Put them on! If were caught lingering, neither of us is getting out of this alive! Yvonne, shaking uncontrollably, burst into tears as she fumbled with her outfit. She cried, This is all your fault! You’re the one who wouldnt take no for an answer! You drugged me Finley ! You forced me into this I’m the victim here! Finleys face turned beet red as rage consumed him. Seeing her blame him while still not dressing herself drove him to the edge
He spat, You lying tramp! Were you forced, or were you the one itching to get involved? don’t pretend you didnt Janow what you were doing! And now that its done, do you really think Mr. Giordano is going to listen to your excuses? Hell kill you without a second thought! Yvonne was too terrified to argue, her hands trembling too much to even button her clothes.
Finley, on the verge of snapping, practically shoved her into the outfit himself before yanking her to her feel.
He dragged her out of the hotel room, heading straight for the back exit.
They took the secret passage Michael had tipped them about, narrowly avoiding Atlas men at every turn. Panting heavily, Finley finally stopped to catch his breath.
His flashy red dress shoe was missing he did not even know when he had lost it and Yvonne was leaning against him, sobbing uncontrollably.
She walled again, This is all your fault! We wouldnt be struggling like this if you hadnt worn me out so much.
Now I can’t even walk! Finleys temples throbbed as his patience snapped
Shut up, you useless woman! he roared, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.
Truth be told, he was as exhausted as she was.
After a short rest, they crept their way to the hotels back exit on the ground floor.
Yvonne perked up immediately at the sight of the door.
Hurry! If we make it outside, well be safe! she whispered, urging him frantically.
With what little strength he had left, Finley wrenched the iron door open.
The cool night air hit him, and for a split second, he felt like he had cheated death itself.
– However, before he could savor the moment, a flurry of cameras, smartphones, and microphones swarmed them like a pack of vultures.
Mr. Moore, how does it feel to humiliate Northern Districts crime lord by stealing his woman? one reporter shouted.
As a man of status, don’t you think its disgraceful to have an affair with Mr. Giordanos partner? another chimed in.
Ms. Fuller, you can barely stand! Is sneaking around really that thrilling? Finley and Yvonne froze like deer caught in headlights, their faces drained of color
The barrage of pointed questions and flashing lights overwhelmed them, forcing them to retreat back into the hotel
With a loud slam, Finley locked the door behind them.
Get lost! he shouted, his voice breaking as desperation set in.
Outside, laughter erupted.
Natasha clutched her sides as tears streamed down her face.
This is too good! This is priceless! she said, nearly doubled over in laughter
Standing beside her, Kingsley and Dylan watched the chaos unfold with equal amusement.
From the look of pure despair on Finley and Yvonnes faces, they could tell the two had completely lost it.
At the hotels front entrance, Michael felt his heart pounding in his chest.
Mr. Giordano, weve searched every room, but theres no sign of them, one of Atlas men reported. Atlas stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and unreadable.
On the other hand, Michael let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank goodness Finley managed to escape, he thought.
At least now, he would not have to bear the consequences of this disaster.
Mr. Giordano, like Ive told you before, you must have made a mistake, Michael said with a forced smile. Our hotel isnt even open for business today.
Trying to sound as casual as possible, Michael was eager to get Atlas to leave before something went wrong
However, Atlas gave him a sharp, icy glare, and Michael forced himself to stay calm, staring back without flinching
After all, he reasoned, Finley and Yvonne had already slipped out the back.
Even if Atlas suspected something, hewould not have any proof.
Without evidence, there was nothing for him to fear.
Mr. Giordano, Michael said, feigning a tone of helplessness, having your men search my hotel like this isnt exactly good for business.
How do you expect the Rhodes family to maintain its reputation with things like this happening? Atlas expression did not change, but his voice was cold as ice.
I’ll ask you one more time- are you sure Finley and Yvonne arent here ? Michael stood tall, speaking firmly and confidently.
Mr. Giordano, do you really think I’d dare lie to you? I believe this is just a misunderstanding.
Mr. Moore is your close friend, and Ms. Fuller is your woman! How could anything like this possibly happen? His words were calm, deliberate, and designed to absolve Finley of any suspicion.
For a moment, they seemed to work.
Atlas hesitated, his expression softening slightly, Maybe, just maybe, Dylan and Natasha had fed him a pack of lies to stir up trouble
Yvonne had always been loyal to him, and with his reputation as the Northern Districts boss, she would not dare betray him
As for Finley, while he was undoubtedly a shameless womanizer, he usually knew where to draw the line when it really mattered
Atlas was just about to admit his mistake when one of his men rushed over, looking nervous.
Mr. Giordano… Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller … weve found them, the man stammered, barely able to meet Atlas eyes.
The calm on Atlas face vanished in an instant, replaced by pure rage
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