Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Savior Or Executioner?

As the Don of the Red Dragon gang, Titan had many guards, stationed at every possible entry point, so Nancy wasn’t familiar with all of them. Yet something about this particular young man standing there with blood on his clothes and his eerie eyes unnerved her completely.

Instantly, Nancy covered her exposed body, a scream building in her throat. But before she could release it, the young man simply lifted a finger to his lips. "Shh," He demanded silence.

Nancy’s heart pounded violently. To be honest, she wanted to run, but she couldn’t. There was something about the way the young man looked at her that made her instinctively obey. Instead, she cautiously reached for the bedsheet, drawing it over herself while her mind spun with questions.

Who was he? Where did he come from? He looked no older than nineteen, maybe twenty, but there was something old and vicious lurking beneath that youthful face.

What was he doing here?And more importantly, how did he get past Titan’s guards? If there had been a fight, they would have heard it. The walls weren’t thin, but gunfire was loud enough to shake the entire building.

But there had been none, which could only mean he had slipped through undetected. Or worse, he had eliminated them before they could make a sound.

Nancy’s blood ran cold.

At this point, she had no idea whether this man was a savior or executioner.

She turned to the bathroom, where Titan was still talking, completely unaware of the uninvited guest in the room with them.

"I mean, if I had Violet," he said with a coarse laugh, "and you wanted to join in, then no problem."

Nancy’s stomach churned violently as Titan’s laughter filled the room, as if enjoying the vile fantasy playing in his head.

"The virgin daughter and the experienced mother to satisfy me? That’s every man’s wet dream." He relished the thought.

Those words made Nancy’s cheeks burn with shame. Her fingernails dug into her palms, the humiliation, the self-hatred sinking into her like poison.

Her eyes flicked to the young stranger, desperate to gauge his reaction. He must be disgusted with her right now. She had failed as a mother after all.

But what she found instead startled her.

The young man was still. So utterly motionless he almost resembled a statue. Even from that distance, Nancy felt the tension from his body. It was raw and palpable, like a storm gathering in his chest, and ready to explode.

For a moment, he wore a look of disbelief, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then his face darkened with a blinding, seething, all-consuming rage.

God. Nancy’s throat went dry and she knew at that moment, Titan wasn’t leaving that bathroom alive. And perhaps, she wouldn’t either.

Realizing the room had gone unusually silent, Titan’s voice rang out from behind the bathroom door. "Why aren’t you talking anymore?" he called.

The flush of water sounded, and then he stepped out, still half-drying his hands.

"What? Are you jealous?" Titan teased, glancing at Nancy, mistaking her rigid silence for resentment.

"You don’t like the idea of sharing me with your daughter—" He trailed off at once when he spotted Asher standing there.

"Who is this?" Titan asked dismissively, initially assuming the stranger was just one of his men, here on some minor errand.