Chapter 30 A Barroom Reckoning * Finished Quade saw their hesitation and sneered . " What are you afraid of ? One of them's a useless heiress with no mother and a father who doesn't care . The other's a castoff thrown out of her family . Even if you sleep with them tonight , no one will bat an eye . " He deliberately raked his gaze up and down the two women . " Their looks are all they've got .. Who knows how filthy they really are behind the scenes ? And this one in the red dress - bet you didn't know - she's a lunatic- " Crack- Before he could finish , a beer bottle shattered against his skull , cutting short the hand he was stretching toward Whitney . As blood and alcohol streamed down his face , Quade looked through the sticky warmth and saw Claudia's bright , wicked smile . " Since you know I'm crazy , then you should also know - crazy people don't get punished for killing , right- " Her grin was wide , dazzling , and childlike , but it sent chills down every spine in the room . Screams erupted . " She's killing him ! " The cry tore through the drunken crowd , and chaos exploded across the bar . The commotion downstairs finally drew the attention of the bar's owner on the second floor . He frowned and started to head down , only to be blocked by a man with a phone raised , recording . " Hey , don't . It's just getting good ," David said gleefully , stopping him . He even added , " Tell guys not to interfere either . " And what was he filming ? At first , David had been ready to step in. He hadn't expected the girl to be this ferocious . The Romero family didn't raise delicate roses - she was more like a chili pepper . David clicked his tongue in amusement . Since his own people weren't the ones taking hits , he was more than happy to sit back and watch . your 372 20:05 Wed , Oct 8 Chapter 30 A Barcom Reckoning 1603 9 Finished The bar owner looked down at the panicked guests scattering across the floor and grimaced . Great . Downstairs , the tide had turned . Claudia had struck straight at the source , smashing Quade over the head with a bottle . The rest , two already smarting from earlier blows , faltered . Who dared go toe - to - toe with the woman who had just brained Mr. Zimmer ? Quade lay on the floor , his life or death uncertain . Thinking of the Zimmer family's inevitable wrath , the others bitterly regretted getting involved tonight . What they'd thought was an easy mark turned out to be a live wire . A few of the cagier ones tried to slip away . Claudia blocked their path , her eyes sharp , her smile arched with dangerous charm . " What's this ? Weren't we drinking ? Where are you going ? " The fat one , still wiping liquor from his face , squinted at her . " You dare lay hands on Mr. Zimmer - you'll pay for this later ." Claudia tapped the jagged rim of the broken bottle still in her hand . The glinting shards made everyone shudder . The fat man flinched back , terrified she'd drive it straight into his skull . " We'll worry about later when it comes . For now , let's settle tonight's tab . " Whitney , perfectly in sync , cut off the other side and smiled . " Gentlemen , after you . " A tall , skinny man in glasses , his pride already bruised , snarled , " They're just women ! What are you all afraid of ? Take them together ! " Their eyes flicked from one to another . True , they were men , stronger , bigger . Surely two girls couldn't stop them ? But sometimes instincts are right . Five minutes later , the would - be toughs were sprawled across the floor , groaning . Who could have guessed that beneath those delicate looks , the two women were trained fighters ? 20:05 Wed , Oct 8 Chapter 30 A Banoom Reckoning No wonder they had been fearless from the start . * finished Now , under the eyes of the two female reapers , the beaten men limped and staggered back to the booth , lined up like chastened quail , downing glass after glass . The drinks were Quade's choice - hard liquor , no mercy . It didn't take long before these pampered scions , already worn down by indulgence , were flushed and gasping , tipping over in their seats . Whitney still wasn't satisfied . She crooked a finger at the bar owner , who had finally appeared . " Boss ! Another round , double it ! " Then she pointed at the still - unconscious Quade . " Put it on Mr. Zimmer's tab . " Claudia , idly stacking empty glasses , added , " Mr. Zimmer is generous . Make sure to include the damages tonight on the bill . " " Got it , coming right up ." The bar owner , usually unbending even to the most privileged clients , had never answered so cheerfully . Knowing exactly whose shadow backed these women , he felt no guilt ignoring the VIP lying limp on the floor . The young heirs , already struggling , nearly wept . " Please , have mercy , we really can't drink anymore ." Who knew the agony of forced drinking better than them ? Whitney's smile was cold . With how practiced they were at forcing drinks down others , why should she let them off before their stomachs bled ? " Shut up ! Drink ! " Claudia , nursing her own cocktail , strolled lazily over to where Quade lay in a filthy heap . Judging the time , she pointed casually at the fat man and the one in glasses . " You two , pick him up and put him on the couch . " Send Gifts Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!