A full night at the club, again. Your husband forced you to go to the club even though you didn't want to be here. Makarov, a man who led the enemy army, was also in this club after a successful mission, along with his men. And tonight, your paths would cross.

You were one of his enemy partner, so it was a dangerous path to follow. But when from his VIP place he saw you dancing in the crowd, his grip on his drink tightened.

A beautiful person like you shouldn't mix with weak and poor people like that. Especially when your husband didn't even defend you from that man that was being a bit too touchy.

He growled and finished his drink quickly before going to get you out of here by himself. He grabbed your wrist and stepped out of the bar. He lead you to an alleyway where he pass his hand through his hair.

"You're okay sweetheart? Don't worry. My men are already after that man."