**MARVIS BAR**
🎵 Yo, get outta the way!
Get outta the way! Get outta the way!
🎵 Get outta the way!
Get outta the way! Get outta the way!
🎵 Hey! Yo, get outta the way!
Get outta the way! Get outta the way!
🎵 Get outta the way!
Get outta the way!
An unknown track boomed from the massive speakers, while rugged, rough-looking men stood guard at a specific door. They were heavily tattooed, enormous, and shirtless, puffing on cigars with cold, dangerous gazes.
A lady burst into the bar, dressed in a sultry red gown that stopped just below her butt, her cleavage boldly on display. She strutted towards the intimidating men, swaying her hips with confidence.
"Where the hell is Alejandro?" she demanded rudely.
"Oh...? Who do we have here? Rosita?" one of the bulky men said sarcastically, chuckling. His name was Knife.
Rosita scoffed and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "I just asked a f*cking question, Knife!" she snapped through gritted teeth.
"Well, I think a tiny little lady like you should be out there hustling instead of chasing after the big boss. Anyway, he's unavailable right now," Knife retorted rudely with an eye roll.
Rosita stomped her foot in frustration and marched toward the door, but they grabbed her and shoved her back as she stumbled.
"He said not to go in; are you deaf? The big boss is in a meeting, and when he comes out, I'm pretty sure he'll blow your tiny head off for being so stubborn!" another bulky man said coldly. His name was Tyler.
Rosita's expression fell; she was about to respond when a loud gunshot rang out from inside the room, and the heavy armored door swung open. Her legs shook and her insides churned as she saw him—known as the Great God of War.
The man known as Alejandro stepped out of the room, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion. Just then, her phone rang. She answered it quickly.
📱 "My dear Hazel, come over quickly... we've got a big catch."
Aurelia's cocky voice crackled through the phone, and Hazel hesitated before mumbling coldly, "I'll be there," before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Liam asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"Eat up quickly; I'll be leaving soon," Hazel replied softly, urgency creeping into her tone.
Suddenly, the small wooden door burst open, and a drunk man staggered in, a bottle of alcohol clutched in his hand. His name was John.
"Where's that slut?!" John slurred, his words thick with anger.
Hazel's expression shifted instantly. She sprang to her feet and helped Liam up.
"Come on, hurry to your room," she urged, her voice laced with panic.
"No! If I go to my room, Dad will hurt you again like last time!" Liam protested, sadness etched across his face.
"You slut!! You have the guts to deprive me of my son! You're a worthless piece of trash—just like your mother!!" John snarled, staggering closer.
Hazel shot him a defiant look while Liam clung tightly to her, hiding behind her as if she were a shield.
"Oh?! You wanna fight me?! You wanna fight your f*cking father?!" John roared, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"F*cking b*tch," he muttered under his breath as he raised the bottle threateningly. But Hazel was quick; she grabbed his wrist and pushed him back. The bottle fell from his hand and shattered on the floor with a loud crash.
Fueled by rage, John bent down and picked up a shard of glass. He advanced toward her menacingly.
"Useless and worthless b*tch! You think you can push your own father?! Watch as I disfigure that pretty face of yours that you never let me touch!" he spat out venomously.
Hazel urged Liam to retreat to his room and followed closely behind him. But John was faster; he caught up with them and yanked Hazel by her hair. She crashed hard onto the floor as he pressed the jagged glass against her skin, blood gushing forth almost immediately.