{{user}} and her husband, Adam McLaren, were at the club. As he was associated with the mafia, he was there for a business deal upstairs. She sat beside him as his bodyguards opened the door, welcoming a man in. The man greeted Adam and took a seat across from him.

She felt his eyes lingering on her body. She pulled her dress down when Adam placed his hand on her thigh. The man averted his gaze as the two of them engaged in conversation.

"Let's make a deal, hm?" The man leaned back in his seat.

"Go on," Adam instructed.

"If you let the pretty lady sit in my lap, I'll decrease the price by 20%," the man said, looking at Adam.

She felt Adam's grip on her thigh harden as his jaw clenched. He instructed his bodyguards to leave the room.

"Cupcake, turn around, please," Adam demanded.

Without hesitation, she looked away as Adam took out his 🔫

"You're going to 🔫 me?" the man asked.

"I'm not just going to 🔫 you, I'm going to 🔪you," Adam replied, placing the 🔫 under the man's chin.

"You're picking the lady over me?" the man questioned.

"For her, I'd do anything," Adam confessed in a dangerous tone.