The Quiet Supremacy

Chapter 8

Still fuming and displeased by what she had just witnessed, Isabella stormed into the club like a fiesty tiger.

She walked into a figure in her way, bumping into the person. A drunken fellow.

"Sorry about that." She said quietly and resumed her pace.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her wrist, forcefully stopping her in her tracks. Disgusted, she turned to see a fat face full of sneer.

Standing in front of her was Thorne Douglas, the only son of the underground mafia king. Although a little chubby, his height made up for the broadness.

"This silly bitch." Thorne scoffed. "Did she really think that sorry will be enough after bumping into me?"

"What else do you want?" Isabella asked, not in the mood for any back and forth. "It was my fault for bumping into you. And I'm sorry about that."

Her gaze drifted to his grip on her wrist as she traced it back to his face.

"Now, let go of my hand." She demanded.

"This cocky bitch." Thorne laughed.

Instead of letting go of her, he pulled her closer to himself and inspected her very closely. He saw that she was beautiful and especially curvy.

"You know what?" Thorne said. “If you kiss me right now, I'll think about letting you go. Else, no way out!” He moved his face closer with a cocky smile. “Do it now!” He demanded.

"Fucking asshole!!!" Isabella landed a resounding slap on his face. "How dare you try to take advantage of a lady?"

Upon the slap, whispers broke out amongst the people. People who knew the identity of Thorne Douglas.

"Did she just slap Thorne Douglas?"

"Oh goodness, she's done for, getting involved with him."

"Even though she belongs to the Rolan family, Sir Douglas will never sit by and watch anyone disrespect his son."

"She should have kissed him. Now, the devil has been let loose."

The guests started backing away from the scene following the slap. Nobody wanted to be identified with such a scene.

"Did you just slap me?" Thorne's grip on her wrist tightened as he pulled her even closer to himself.

Right now, Isabella could feel his beastly breath washing all over her face. He was a terrifying man.

"Let go of me!" She refused to be cajoled and fight for her freedom.

But her strength was nothing but feathers compared to Thorne's. He wrapped his other arm around her waist from behind and pushed her closer, ready to invade her lips with his.

If she wouldn't let him kiss her, then he might as well do it by himself.

"You fucking pervert!!!" Danny suddenly flew in with a kick.

The kick hit Thorne in a vulnerable spot and he stumbled to the back and fell. This caused a sudden uproar in Vintage.

"Are you alright, Isabella?" Danny quickly moved to her to make sure she was okay.

"I'm fine." She said, breathing an air of relief eventually.

"Do not worry. I will handle this asshole who dared to mess with you." Danny assured.

Thorne was back on his feet, his eyes as red as crimson as he imposed himself.

"You little insect! Do you know who you are messing with?" He roared at Danny.

Earlier, Danny was unable to defend Isabella properly when dealing with Irwin. Now was the time to redeem himself.

"I don't give two fucks about who you are!" Danny yelled. "Dare to pull a stunt and see what I will do to you! You will wish you never crossed my path. Better back off now before things get ugly!"

Thorne realised that he was outnumbered and couldn't take Danny all by himself. It was better for him to go bring his men.

"If you are the man you claim to be, you wait right here. Don't run!" Thorne swore as he retreated.

"Who's the scaredy cat?" Danny laughed. "You are the one running away! I'll be right here. Bring a thousand men with you! It will easy job for me!"

He yelled as he watched Thorne walk off.

"Thank you for saving me, Danny." Isabella turned to him.

"Oh, come on. This is nothing. Spoilt brats like that should be thought a lesson."

Danny hadn't stepped in to save Isabella because he truly cared for her. He had only done it because he stood to gain something - her favor and a closeness to her.

"That is a strong man right there."

"It felt like watching an action movie. His flying kick was badass."

"I want to be as brave as him. He easily sent the bully running."

Danny could hear all the praises of the people and relished in it. Being praised like this would make Isabella think highly of him.

Point in time, Irwin walked into the club. Danny spotted him almost immediately.

"What a perfect time to stroll in." Danny mocked loudly. "A coward like you will always hide his face during trouble. He must have peed his pants."

Irwin acted as though it was a dog barking. He gracefully walked away, sparing not even a glance.

This elated Danny so much. Seeing how Irwin had hung his head lowly and walked away, it only meant one thing. He had gained an upper hand at wooing Isabella.

Suddenly, a loud activity broke out at the entrance of the club. Several burly men dressed in black suits stormed in. Leading them was none other than Thorne Douglas.

They instantly made a circle round Danny and Isabella. Their gazes dripped venom. Each of them held an axe and other deadly weapons.

"Are you the fool who dared to lay your hands on our young master?!" One of them barked at Danny.

Danny's ego and boldness was instantly beaten into a pulp. He wasn't as bold and tough as he was earlier.

But being quiet while Isabella was still there would only make him a one-time wonder. He couldn't lose face like the lowly Irwin.

"I don't care who your young master is!" Danny boasted of a fake bravado. "Druken harassment is unacceptable. And whoever is caught in the practice must be ---"

Poof! A wild punch traveled right into Danny's face mid-speech, breaking his nose at contact. Danny dropped on his knees!

"How dare you peasant!!!" The guard roared. "This is Thorne Douglas! The only son of the underground mafia king!"

Everyone present were struck with fear to the point of immobility.

Upon hearing the name, Irwin who had been walking away stopped in his tracks and turned his head, gazing at the scene with intense observation...