The Quiet Supremacy

Chapter 9

The mention of the name rang through the club like a rocket missile. Danny was the most struck of them all.

If this young man that he had just messed with was the only son of Sir Douglas, doesn't that mean that his life was over?

There have been rumors of how ruthless Sir Douglas was. One time, at a function, a man stepped on his shoes and he had the kneecaps of the person broken on the spot.

How much more him who had just hit the only son of the ruthless mafia king?

"This is a pure misunderstanding." Danny fidgeted, feigning a smile. "Let us put this behind us as though it was nothing."

He moved closer to Thorne and bent his body lower,

"How about I fix your tie for you and have a handshake over a new beginning?" Danny offered, his smile as big as the ocean.

"Fuck off!" Thorne pushed him away. "What is this farce? Didn't you claim to be capable of taking down a thousand men? Why the change of heart? You can no longer put up with the act?"

After been pushed away, Danny really didn't care about what people would say, let alone what Isabella would think of it. This was his life on the line here.

Seeing the wild look on Thorne's face, he started backing away.

"Let's not resort to violence, dear friend." He was grinning from ear to ear. "I'm your humble pal. I wouldn't dare to offend you. This was nothing but a mistake."

No matter what Danny said, Thorne's face remained grim and tough. Danny believed that with that look his life had come to an end.

"See." Danny suddenly slapped himself on the face. "This is for my thoughtless actions towards a great person like you."

He kept on slapping himself until his face had turned red and his cheeks almost swollen.

"I can keep on going, if you want me to, dear friend." Danny lifted his hand again to deal another hot slap across his face.

"Danny!" Isaballe snapped. "What the hell are you doing to yourself? Are you that scared of him?"

Thorne's attention immediately shifted to Isabella.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you." He said. "I'm not sure what's the relationship between the both of you, but seeing that you can't watch him get hurt, I guess I can help you out."

There was a look of disgust in Isabella's face as she stared at him.

"How about you spend the night with me?" He grinned mischievously. "If you serve me well, not only will I let him off, but I will pay you generously for your..."

He eyed Isabella from her head to her toe, flaking his tongue, "Services."

A chain of laughter grew amongst his henchmen. Their young master has just treated Isabella as though she was up for sale. Even worse than a hooker.

Seeing how the henchmen grinned as their Young Master had a blast of the moment, Isabella was flushed with intense rage, trembling as her hand went up in tune.

"You animal!!!" She yelled, bringing the slap down towards Thorne's face.

Grip! Thorne stopped the slap, gripping her by the wrist.

"Let go of me!!!" Isabella ordered, but Thorne mocked her strength.

A cloud of rage had gathered about his face following what Isabella had just tried to do to him.

"Don't push your luck." His threat dripped venom and his eyes darkened. "My brothers are here with me. So, what is it going to be? After serving me, will you also serve them? That's more money for you. Think carefully about it, bit---"

Hardly had he finished speaking when Isabella grabbed his head and sank her teeth into his left ear, bitting viciously as though she would tear it off.

"Argggghhhh!" A deep scream rang from Thorne at the unthinkable deed.

Thorne's henchmen charged forward at once and grabbed Isabella. They tried to pull her away, but she seemed determined to severe that ear of the arrogant Thorne.

Employing much more force, they yanked her off and ruthlessly shoved her really hard to the ground that she almost sprained her ankles.

"That was little!!!" Isabella sprawled back to her feet like a hungry panther. "Dare to sexualize me again and next it will be your balls that will be all over the floor."

Her words stung like the bees, their pains writhing as sharper as that of a dagger.

"Pin that bitch to the ground!!!" Thorne roared, engulfed with fury. "Hold her down!"

He took heavy steps forward, reaching for the lower side of his trousers as he advanced towards her.

"I'll fuck her right here and right now!" He bent towards her, determined to humiliate her right in front of everyone.

To him, Isabella had crossed the line. He had decided to go easy on her because he found her attractive. But right now, she was worth nothing less than a villa maid to him!

The entire club was filled with horror and terror and everyone covered their mouths in gasps. Nothing like this has ever happened in the history of Vintage.

"Where is that guy from earlier?"

"He should save her. Thorne will humiliate her in public."

"You are a strong man. Don't just stand there while she suffer."

Whispers flew in the direction of Danny, but like a cornered animal, he hid with his tail between his legs, unwilling to be entangled with this situation when he had just barely came out of it alive.

Thorne was now bent over Isabella, pulling his pants down as his henchmen pinned Isabella to the ground, denying her the chance to fight free.

"I bet you will taste sweet." Throne flickered his tongue as he made to drive in.

Suddenly a dark and imposing figure stepped into the scene. An immaculate aura bursted from him and all attention shifted in his direction.

"Enough." His voice was cold and commanding. "Let her go."

That was Irwin Buckham.