Chapter 320

"What am I after?" Carville strolled forward, taking his time, relishing the rage sparking in Vincent's eyes. "Those clowns outside? Worthless. We'll have to run the show again."

Carville was displeased. Doyle's standards had slipped lately-always sending amateurs to do a job that demanded real muscle.

The thought only made Carville's smile more menacing. He raised a bony finger, pointing into the gloom at the far end of the underground space.Three enormous men stepped out of the shadows,their physiques almost grotesque-shoulders broad,muscles straining against their shirts.

Carville looked back at Vincent, his smile turning cruel. "You'll fight those three. If you win, you and your woman w alk out of here. Hell, I might even let you lead a crew." His gaze slid to Hannah, predatory. "But if you lose...Well, someone as pretty as her?" His voice went low and ugly. "Those three will get their prize. They have a thing for soft skin."

A lethal chill radiated from Vincent. He would never let anyone lay a finger on Hannah.

"Darling!" Hannah called from inside the cage.She had to call Vincent that, just to keep their cover intact.

Vincent turned, meeting her eyes. She mouthed, "Be careful."

With a glance, she signaled her wristband-a silent warning: she could call for help if needed.

Vincent understood, offering a faint, steady smile."Don't worry."

Then, he faced forward. He shrugged off his jacket in one smooth motion. There was no choice-he had to win.

The three men closed in, letting out guttural growls. Their attacks came fast and ruthless-trained, not random. They fought with practiced brutality, their fists a blur, striking in perfect sync.

Vincent was engulfed in a hail of blows. He dodged,twisted, parried-moving with sharp, economical precision. Each block rattled through his bones.

He wasn't rushing to finish it. Not yet. He watched,learning the pattern of their steps, listening for the labored breaths, tracking each subtle imbalance.

But no one could avoid every blow. A fist smashed into his shoulder. A kick slammed into his ribs. Blood dripped from his mouth. He let his pace slow,deliberately.

Across the room, Carville narrowed his eyes.Predictable. This new guy was losing. Doyle had brought the wrong men yet again.

Hannah's heart hammered. Her hand hovered over the emergency button.

Vincent caught her eye and gave a tiny shake of his

head. He was merely bidding for the right moment.

Hannah drew her hand away, biting her lip, forcing herself to trust him.

One brute launched a high, whistling kick at Vincent's head.

Vincent ducked low-the kick missed, and he exploded upward, driving his fist straight into the attacker's jaw.

Crack! The sickening sound echoed through the air.

The man dropped, unconscious before he hit the floor.

The remaining two froze for an instant, stunned.

That was it. Vincent seized the opening. He lunged for the slower one, seized the latter's outstretched arm,and-turning with brutal efficiency-hurled him over his shoulder, slamming him to the floor.

The man writhed, trying to recover, but Vincent stomped down hard on his shin. The bone snapped the man's scream bouncing off the walls.

The last man roared, charging in a wild frenzy. It was an all-out brawl now.

Vincent braced, every muscle burning. He met the attack head-on, trading blows, each strike more forceful than the last.

The heavy thuds of fists on flesh rang out in the dark.

Blood streaked Vincent's mouth, but he never faltered. His punches landed with increasing weight,battering his opponent backward step by step.

Finally, with a surge of all his remaining strength,Vincent drove his fist into the man's chest.

The brute gagged, spat blood, and collapsed.

Vincent won.

Silence then fell.

The women in the cage-blank, defeated-turned their heads, their faces barely changing. They just watched. Vincent dropped to one knee, breath ragged, hand pressed to the floor for support. After a long moment, he forced himself upright, chest heaving.He glanced at Hannah, giving her a steady nod.

Tears welled in Hannah's eyes as the fear finally ebbed away.

Vincent turned his ice-cold stare on Carville. His voice, rough and unyielding, cut through the air. "I won.Let her out."