Requiem of a Broken Heart

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Chapter 133 Chapter 133: One of the men caught the movement. His eyes narrowed. "She's calling the cops! Grab the one in the back!" At his command, several of them lunged toward Rachel, their hands reaching to snatch her away.

But Rachel reacted fast, shouting their location into the phone before stuffing it into her pocket. Her quick thinking only fueled the group's fury. Their eyes burned with hostility, their rage palpable.

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"You really think you can call the cops and walk away?" one of them growled. "You'll regret that. Grab her!" A man lunged toward Rachel, his hand raised, ready to strike.

The scene erupted into chaos.

But Yvonne immediately stepped in front of her, her stance unwavering. "Stay behind me," she murmured, her voice calm despite the storm closing in.

"Look at that," one of the men scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk. “Such touching loyalty." His expression hardened. "Take the feisty one down first." With a flick of his hand, his lackeys rushed at Yvonne. She fought them off at first, her self-defense training kicking in. A punch here, a quick dodge there—she held her ground.

But there were too many. As more of them swarmed her, her breath grew heavy, and her limbs began to slow.

Even as exhaustion crept in, she squeezed Rachel's hand and forced a reassuring smile. "It's okay. We... we'll get through this." "Hah! Got sfight in you, huh?" one of the men chuckled darkly, his leer deepening as he reached for her. His intentions were clear, his gaze hungry. Yvonne's pulse pounded, but she refused to let fear take hold.

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The magic happens on gVlnovalsThen, without warning, a rough hand clamped onto her wrist and yanked her forward. She stumbled into a firm chest. Fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head up.

“Tsk, tsk,” the man murmured, his breath reeking of alcohol. His eyes roamed over her with sickening amusement. "What a body. What a face,” he taunted, his smirk dripping with arrogance. “It'd be a real shto mess up that gorgeous face." His lips curled into a cruel smirk as he flicked the cigarette between his fingers. "I'll give you one chance," he went on, his voice laced with mockery. "Drop to your knees and beg for my mercy. Maybe just maybe I'll let this slide." Yvonne's glare burned with defiance. “Over my dead body! I'd rather die than lower myself for scum like you!" she shot back. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash!”

Her sharp words sent a spark of rage through him. With a low, dark chuckle, he exhaled a puff of smoke the Cigarette glowing ominously between his fingers as he strode toward her.

"This is your final warning," he murmured, his voice taking omam deadly edge. "Ignore it, and you'll regret it."

Yvonne's hands curled into tight fists.

Terror crept up her spine, but she forced herself to stand her ground. She knew his type he had no intention of letting her go, no matter what she did. As the smoldering tip of the cigarette inched closer to her skin, her pulse pounded in her ears, panic clawing at her chest.

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