NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6: CHAPTER 6
Fiona's Pov
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"She said let her go. Are you deaf?"
The voice cut through the haze of panic like a blade. Cold. Commanding. Dangerous.
The air shifted.
The man stiffened behind me. I could feel the moment he realized his mistake—the second he recognized the weight of the presence standing behind us.
His grip loosened just slightly, just enough for me to twist my head—and that's when I saw him.
Adrian Morreti.
Leaning against the bar, one hand resting lazily in his pocket, the other swirling a glass of whiskey as if this was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. His sharp blue eyes, however, were anything but casual. They were locked onto the man holding me, glinting with something dark.
Something lethal.
The stranger swallowed, eyes darting around the club as if searching for an escape route. "Hey, man—"
"You must be either drunk or incredibly stupid," Adrian interrupted smoothly, finally setting his drink down on the bar. He took a step forward, his presence alone making the air around us heavy. "Because I know—" He cocked his head, a smirk ghosting his lips, "—that you wouldn't willingly be this idiotic."
The man released me instantly, stepping back, hands raised in mock surrender. "Chill, alright? I didn't know she was—"
"She's not yours to touch," Adrian cut him off, his voice dipping into something more dangerous. His gaze flicked to me, scanning me quickly as if assessing for damage. "Come," he said, a command, not a request.
For once, I didn't argue.
I stepped toward him, brushing past the stranger without another glance.
The man scowled. "Damn, I didn't mean any harm—"
"Then why are you still talking?" Adrian asked, his smirk widening, but there was no humor behind it—only sharp, unspoken promises of what would happen if this conversation continued.
The stranger paled. Then, as if remembering who he was dealing with, he muttered a curse under his breath and scurried away into the crowd.
Coward.
Adrian exhaled, shaking his head in amusement before his gaze flicked back to me. "You always attract trouble, or is today just special?"
I rolled my eyes, my heart still hammering from the encounter. "I had it under control."
He let out a low chuckle. "Oh, clearly." Then, without another word, he placed a firm hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the VIP section.
I didn't resist.
For some reason, right now—Adrian Morreti felt safer than the rest of this club.
And that?
That was dangerous.
Adrian Pov
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I could see the man loosen up after I said that, I could see the fear in his eyes and calculating eyes looking for an escape.
"Hey, man—"
"You must be either drunk or incredibly stupid," I said, Gulping down my drink. I took a step forward, Making sure my aura was enough to scare him. "Because I know—" I cocked my head, a smirk settling on my lips, "—that you wouldn't willingly be this idiotic."
Instantly the man released her, "Chill, alright? I didn't know she was—", The man said playfully
"She's not yours to touch," I cut him off instantly . My gaze flickered , scanning the lady quickly making sure she didn't sustain any injury. "Come," I said, commanding her not bothering myself to sound polite.
My eyes on her as she walked to me, I wouldn't lie I was captivated by her look.
The man scowled. "Damn, I didn't mean any harm—"
"Then why are you still talking?" I asked, My smirk widening, feeling annoyed.but there was no humor behind it—only sharp, unspoken promises of what would happen if this conversation continued.
The stranger paled. Then, as if remembering who he was dealing with, he muttered a curse under his breath and scurried away into the crowd.
I exhaled, shaking his head in amusement at his cowardness, before my gaze flickered back to the lady. "You always attract trouble, or is today just special?"
She rolled her eyes at my question, "I had it under control." She said,
I let out a low chuckle.. "Oh, clearly." Sarcasm dripped in my voice. Then, without another word, I placed a firm hand on the small of her back, leading her toward the VIP section.