Hellbound With You – Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Lost Angel

The next night, Kelly brought Abi to a bar, as promised. Kelly was a party girl, well acquainted with what went on inside these places. Abi had been reluctant, but her insistence had won out, and now they were in a dark, smoky bar, surrounded by people mostly looking to have a good time.

They walked through the corridor, shoes sticking to the sticky floor from spilled drinks. Kelly glanced at her friend nervously.

“Abi, are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” Abi’s reply was quick and unwavering.

Kelly sighed. She had never seen her friend so stubborn. “Make sure to stay beside me, okay?”

“Okay.”

The corridor opened into a large, double-storey area. The crowd was a mix of men and women. Most were leaning over the bar on the left, trying to get the bartender’s attention for drinks.

Abi’s first impression: bars were messy. But after a few drinks, people probably wouldn’t care. She noticed all sorts of people—some wild-looking with tattoos and piercings, while upstairs seemed filled with more mature, business-suited guests.

“Come here, Abi. It’s too crowded down here. I’m afraid some bastard will grope you,” Kelly said, grabbing Abi’s wrist.

Determining the ground floor too chaotic, Kelly dragged Abi through the crowd and up the stairs. Abi followed her friend’s lead.

Upstairs, it was quieter. People mostly minded their own business or looked down at the chaos below, like predators eyeing prey. Abi shivered slightly at the thought.

Kelly found a clean, quiet corner for them and went to the bar to buy drinks.

Unbeknownst to them, a man sitting in a secluded corner immediately recognized Abi. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“What is it?” an impatient voice answered.

“It looks like a little lamb just walked into the wolves’ den,” he said cryptically. Hanging up, he continued nursing his drink, eyes never leaving Abi and her friend.

Meanwhile, Kelly advised Abi:

“You’re not used to this place, so just observe for now. If you don’t like it, we can leave, alright?”

“Okay, don’t mind me. I’ll watch from here.”

Kelly ventured into the crowd to buy drinks. While she waited in line, she glanced back at Abi and was relieved to see her observing quietly. She turned back to the bar menu, not noticing a waiter approach Abi with a drink.

Abi, not knowing the protocol, assumed Kelly had sent him. She took the drink, sipped, and immediately grimaced. ‘Really? This is what people like to drink?’

At the other corner, Alexander sat next to the original caller and instantly picked Abi out from the crowd. He noticed she was alone, had just received a drink from a waiter, and made a disgusted face upon tasting it. Clearly, it was her first time in a bar.

To him, she was like a lost angel in the realm of devils—innocent, vulnerable. He knew it wouldn’t be long before some sleazy man took notice of her.

And his prediction came true. A man in an expensive suit approached Abi, his eyes leering, evaluating her like easy prey.

The moment he extended his hand toward her, Alexander’s aura flared with hellfire.