They seem lighter and easier, conversations less burdened by impending interruptions and other people's input.

Sighing heavily, she heard a knock on the door, followed by a man shouting something she didn't quite understand.


Standing up, she took a few steps toward the entrance. "Who is this?"

"Room service, ma'am. Did you order an appetizer?"

Rosabella frowned, feeling confused.


Did Charles order this while she was in the shower?

Glancing in the direction of the bathroom, she briefly thought if she should go ask him, but since she could no longer hear the running water, she assumed he was probably getting dressed.


Shrugging, Rosabella just walked over to let the waiting hotel staff in. The moment she unlocked the door, however, it was banged open, nearly knocking her back as three tall, powerful men entered the room.

The wind was almost instantly knocked out of her lungs when she realized that the man in the middle was none other than Archibald himself, smirking at her as he strode determinedly toward her, making her shrank back from fear.

"We have someone here." Archibald laughed, sweeping her down.

"Charles." She screamed to her lungs only to be silenced when the hand of one of the other men flew towards her and slapped her across the face.

Rosabella immediately tasted the blood in her mouth but was unable to react when she was grabbed, hit the wall, and pressed against the wall.

Archibald came to stand next to the guy who was hugging her and grinning.

"You can make this easy or hard on yourself. All we want is that asshole's head, ok? And you..." He grabbed her chin in his hand to push her face up so she was forced to look at him.

"I can think of a few things I could do with you..." He licked his lips.

Bile rose up Rosabella's throat as fear rose to the depths of her gut.

Where's Charles? Is he okay? Looking around, she noticed that the third man with them was not in the room and she was praying that he hadn't been able to attack Charles while he was ignorantly getting ready.

Tears welled in her eyes as she heard a fight break out, fists pounding on bones while hotel furniture and decorations were destroyed in the struggle.

Then she saw him. Charles remained topless, wearing only his shorts as he kicked the man he was fighting alongside, sending him to the ground, grunting as he held the affected area.

His gaze immediately turned to hers, seeing her imprisoned, but wasted no time dashing toward one of the consoles where he had dropped the holster and gun.

Charles was just about to grab it when Archibald came up to him, stabbing him first in the gut.

Charles doubled over, his face contorted with pain as she struggled to straighten.

"Fuck! Do you think you can throw a few punches and that'll be it? You're outnumbered, you bastard. You're all alone." Archibald roared as he kicked Charles in one of his shins, sending him to his knees.

Noticing that the man holding her was momentarily distracted by the sight, Rosabella swallowed her fury and pulled her together, using the small opportunity she had to her advantage.

All she needed to do was give Charles a chance to get his gun, so lifting her legs, she did her best and banged her knee on the man's groin, hearing him curse. loudly as he went down.

As if on cue, Charles, albeit with a little difficulty, jumped to his holster and pulled out his gun, immediately turning to fire three shots, missing Archibald and the guy he'd previously fired. kicked to the ground and is now regaining strength.

However, this only seemed to aggravate Archibald as he lunged towards Charles and slammed a fist into his jaw, knocking him back and the gun out of his hand, sending it flying on the floor.

It was during this time that Rosabella hadn't even taken two steps before she was pinned on the carpet, the man on top of her holding her wrists down to her sides as he knelt between her thighs, forcing them to separate.

"I will show you."

"Let her go." Charles's voice echoed throughout the hotel suite as Archibald burst out laughing.

"Now I get it. She's not just any girl, is she?" His chuckle made the pounding in Rosabella's head all the more painful.

"She's your special whore. Wow, Charles. You've got all the girls."

Archibald's laughter only grew louder as he gestured for the second man to help him press Charles against the wall.

"I swear if you touch her, I'll kill you."

"Really?" Archibald grins, irony dripping from his voice as he pulls out his gun and holds it out, pointing it at Charles's chest.

"Don't worry, deputy commander. After we finish you, we'll take care of your girl. In fact, we'll all take turns taking good care of her." He burst out laughing again, causing Charles to desperately try to break free, twisting the man's arm only to be punched in the stomach again.

With nausea hitting his system, he looked over to the sobbing Rosabella as she wrestled with the burly man above her.

He ripped off her cardigan, her bra showing as he wrapped his arms around her neck, licking the side of it.

Charles bled through his system, tearing inside as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes.

They died. All three of them.

With this determination burning within him, Charles suddenly broke free and landed his fist in the center of Archibald's face, feeling his nose crack over his knuckles.

However, due to the impact, Archibald's gun exploded, sending a bullet through the lamp, and shards of wood and glass everywhere.

The loud sound of Charles and the two men fighting gave Rosabella enough time to bite into the side of the attacker's shoulder as he peered over to determine the root of the commotion.

Moaning, his hand flew to the wound, spotting blood on his finger just as she had successfully rolled away and crawled towards Charles.

Before reaching his side, however, she stumbles across a hard, black device, instantly realizing that it's Charles's gun lying there.