Chapter 184

Nathaniel's treatment of Harrison bordered on cruelty.

A sharp ache twisted in Harrison's chest.

"I know Mr. Falcon despises me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alexander hesitated, his mouth opening and closing before finally saying, "Harrison, wait here. I'll bring the car around."

She gave a silent nod.

As Alexander walked away, Harrison stood alone in the empty parking garage. The sound of approaching footsteps made her turn.

Nathaniel stood there, his imposing frame wrapped in a tailored black overcoat that accentuated his cold elegance.

His piercing gaze studied Harrison for a long moment as she stared at the ground. With a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw, he turned to leave.

Just then, Dominic Graves and his men arrived.

Dominic's eyes lit up when he spotted Harrison. "There she is!" he exclaimed, licking his lips. "Even more beautiful up close."

His thugs whistled appreciatively. "Boss, she puts all those club girls to shame."

"Look at that porcelain skin. I'd love to leave my mark on it."

"Let's take her with us. We could have some real fun."

Dominic's expression darkened with lust, but reason quickly prevailed. Harrison had witnessed his affair with the boss's wife - a deadly secret. Dead women tell no tales.

"Enough. She doesn't leave here alive. Handle it," he ordered coldly.

One of the black-clad men nodded, drawing a gleaming switchblade from his belt as he advanced toward Harrison.

Nathaniel had only taken a few steps when the commotion made him turn. His blood ran cold at the sight of the armed man approaching Harrison.

Before conscious thought could catch up, his body moved. Cursing violently, he sprinted back toward her.

The assassin was mere feet away from Harrison now. One quick thrust between the ribs would finish the job silently.

The knife flashed upward.

At the last possible second, Nathaniel's hand shot out, gripping the blade with bare fingers.

The attacker gaped in shock. Who was this madman stopping a knife with his bare hand?

Then he saw Nathaniel's face - a mask of cold fury even as blood welled between his fingers. The sharp steel bit deep into his palm.

Drops of crimson splattered onto the concrete floor, each impact echoing in the tense silence.

Before the stunned man could react, Nathaniel twisted the knife free and delivered a brutal kick to his chest. The thug flew backward, coughing up blood.

Dominic's eyes widened in recognition. "Kill them both!" he roared. "No witnesses!"

Knives flashed as the remaining men charged.

Harrison finally turned at the commotion, only to see a blade descending toward her. Her heart stopped.

"Harrison!"

"Harrison!"

Two voices screamed her name in unison.

Someone crashed into her, strong arms wrapping around her body protectively.

The sickening sound of steel piercing flesh filled the air. Warm droplets splashed across Harrison's face as horror dawned.

She looked up into the face of her rescuer, her breath catching in her throat as realization struck.