Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 70

“Come on, Sebastian, we really need to leave,” Claire urged, her voice tinged with growing anxiety as she tugged at the fabric of my shirt once more. “Ezra’s completely wasted, and that must have been so humiliating for him. I don’t think he’s going to just let this slide.”

Her unease was palpable, and I could tell she was starting to regret introducing me to her old circle of friends. The tension in the air was thick, and the dimly lit room suddenly felt much smaller.

I gave her hand a reassuring pat. “I’m fine, Claire. Let’s just get out of here.” I meant every word—I had no intention of stooping to the level of a drunken fool.

But Ezra had already gathered his troops faster than we’d anticipated. A group of men was now blocking the exit, standing just outside the door, encircling us like a pack. The security guards formed a tight barrier around Claire and me, their serious expressions creating an impenetrable wall.

Then, with a sudden parting of the circle, Ezra stepped forward, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Think you can just run away, huh? You’re such a coward!” he barked, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Now you see the real power I hold! Scared? If you are, then get down on your knees, call me Daddy, and apologize for your disrespect. Maybe then, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you walk away.”

I could hardly believe the nerve of this guy. What exactly was he boasting about? He’d rounded up a dozen gym bros masquerading as security guards—none of whom seemed to be doing anything beyond their basic duties. Talk about living in a bubble.

I ignored Ezra and studied the guards more closely. They were just average young men, probably hired from a nearby gym. None looked like they’d had serious close-combat training. I could break through them easily enough, but not while keeping Claire safe.

Abandoning her wasn’t an option. I could never be that kind of man.

“Let go of his hand, Cici!” he demanded, his voice dripping with venom. “He’s a coward! Come stand with me before my men beat this loser into the ground. I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”

Claire’s glare was fierce as she tightened her grip on my hand. “Over my dead body, Ezra. I’m not leaving him behind. You’re the one who should be letting us go—if you even care that we were classmates once. Otherwise, I’m calling the cops. And trust me, that’s not going to end well for you.”

She was still trying to reason with him, but the sight of her standing so close to me only seemed to fuel Ezra’s jealousy further.

“You… I can’t believe this!” he shouted, his voice rising into a shrill pitch. “I gave you a way out! This is your last chance, Cici—come here, or get wrecked along with that loser!”