A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 15: Meeting the harraser again

Kieran's car revved to the front of the South Skybridge club. The next second, he dashed outside. His legs were heavy as he made his way in – yet, he didn't understand exactly why. Exactly why he felt like he had done a bad thing when none other than his ex-girlfriend caught him in his usual act.

And why does she seem like she's playing the victim too? Does she still love him?

Seated on the rough-skinned man's lap inside the club, Zyn was brushing lips with him without relent. It was the worst experience for her, but she thought this was a way to get her mind off what she had learned earlier: Kieran sleeping with a woman. Truth be told, neither did she know why she was angry about it.

In contrast, this was one of the best experiences for the man, as his hands traced down Zyn's curves to grab her butt. In that moment, Zyn retracted. As though she had just come back to her senses. She stood still while looking into the man's eyes, her hands almost slipping off his face.

The man grinned in satisfaction, moving his tongue across his lower lip in a seductive manner. Though disgusting to someone else. freewёbnoνel.com

'No,' Zyn thought, one of her legs moving off the man's lap, 'this is wrong.' And finally, she slowly got off him. She headed towards the stairs, staggering under the cocktail's intoxication.

The man rushed forward and grabbed her. She looked back.

He smirked. "What's this? We haven't had even a bit of enjoyment." He tilted his head towards the couch. "Come on. Let's pick it up from where we stopped..."

Zyn grunted as she slowly removed her hand from his grip. Jaxon in the distance felt the need to intervene, but for some reason, he still waited. Maybe things weren't looking that bad yet?

"Please... don't cross paths with me anymore," Zyn warned the man in a sluggish manner. She walked on, staggering. "We never met today."

The man chuckled in disbelief. Holding onto his waist, he turned to the two guys drinking in the far corners.

"Hey, you brats! Bring this bitch to my room right away!" he screamed.

The guys almost spilled their drinks rushing to get that done. They closed in on Zyn, one of them slumping her over his shoulder. Then they headed left... into a corner...

"Hey!" Jaxon screamed from the entrance, but the jazz playing did well to muffle his voice. He paced forward to stop them, then backward when something kicked in. He wouldn't be able to do anything if he went. But someone would not...

He grabbed his phone to call. "Pick up, Kieran!" But a gentle pat on his shoulder stopped him. He looked back to see Kieran, then pointed at the man straight away...

"Hey, hey... I don't know whatever the hell Zyn had with those men. But they just took her away now... I mean, that guy ordered it... and.... And Zyn is gone..."

Kieran didn't say anything, glaring at the man who walked into the corner. He rolled up his sleeves... and told Jaxon before he rushed in.

"I will be back in a minute."

Jaxon would never stay behind. "What?! Hey, I'm coming with you..."

Inside one of the spacious club rooms, the air filled with the musky smell of sweat, and nothing but a bed and wardrobe in, the two guys pinned Zyn to the bed. Her hands were spread to both sides, leaving her completely immobile as the boss loosened his belt.

"Why the fuck did you turn to leave after running into me of your own will?!" the man grunted, drawing down his trousers' zip. "Realised late that I was ugly and unappealing? Huh?!"

Zyn cried, "You fucking sons of bitches! You will rot in jail for this..."

The man smirked. And at that moment, he glared at the other guys staring his way. "What are you looking at, crazy mofos? Are you seriously going to watch my thing?"

The guys shot their eyes. But they shouldn't have.

As soon as the door creaked open, Kieran jumped in and kicked one of them, sending him rolling into the other. They both toppled over each other onto the ground.

Kieran glared at the man who flinched backwards instantly and drew a flick knife out.

The boss groaned, recognising Kieran, "It's you again, bastard! Is this how much you crave death? Huh? Tell me!"

Kieran sighed, then pointed at his trousers. "Can you pull that up, please? I can assure you I'm straight."

Jaxon whispered from behind him in the passage, curling like a scaredy cat. "What are you doing, Kieran?"

As the other two guys rose from the floor, grabbed their knives and looked forward, they realised something. It was this guy again – the one who had got them kicked out of the club a few days ago. The one who had disgraced them.

Kieran looked at the sleepy Zyn for a moment and shook his head. Why did she have to get herself involved with such a man?

He sighed again.

"What a hassle," he mumbled. Then he said to the man, "I for one knew you always do this kind of thing... sexual harassment, rape and so on. I could tell. Trust me, you could have got away with it before, but not anymore. I'm going to hand you over to the police..."

The man smirked. "Foolishness there, my friend. Do you know how many people have reported me but couldn't get me arrested without any evidence?"

Kieran smirked too. As a matter of fact, he laughed. He pulled out his phone, turned it on, and showed the man the sound recording he had on. Kieran saved it and put the phone back.

Jaxon whispered from behind, "Wow, dude... you really are behaving like a businessman now."

Kieran stepped closer to the man. He chuckled. "Tell me... Do you think I even need evidence to make someone rot in jail forever? Just a call and the warrant will be granted already. But, well, I guess I should use evidence."

He moved much closer that the man's knife was almost touching his stomach. Kieran looked him in the eyes. "Go on... do it if you can. That would raise the charges against you more."

The man chuckled wryly, "But you'll die, fucking SOB. Won't it be nice seeing you choke on blood before I get locked up, huh?"

"And, do you think you can actually launch the attack?" Kieran asked boldly. He inched much closer, the knife now pinning his stomach. "Even after living the most wretched life, fighting like a thug and all, trust me... you can't. Come on, try it."

The man swallowed. His chest pounded. His palm got sweaty and slippery around the flip knife. But in one moment, he nodded, yet carried that anxious face.

"Alright... if you want to bet on that."