The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

The air outside was thick with tension. Sirens wailed in the distance.

People were still scrambling to get out, their voices merging into one panicked hum.

Alex barely registered any of it.

His grip was firm around Mia’s wrist as he led her through the back door, his friends and the security guard moving swiftly

beside him.

He didn’t care what anyone thought about him holding a Turner right now.

He didn’t care about the looks Lucas or Sam threw his way.

Not right now…

Let them talk.

Let them wonder why the hell he was dragging someone he is supposed to hate out of a fight club like she meant something to him.

She was safe, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Alex couldn’t just leave, though. This wasn’t just some place he fought in-he was also part of the owners. He had to make sure everything was handled before getting the hell out of here.

He stopped near the private parking space, turning to his friends. “I’ll meet you guys out front.”

Lucas gave him a look, but nodded. “Don’t take too long.”

Alex didn’t respond. He was already pulling Mia toward his car.

She didn’t resist.

Not once.

She let him push her toward the door, her breathing uneven, her eyes never leaving his.

Alex yanked the door open and nudged her inside, not rough but not gentle either.

Then he exhaled, gripping the top of the car door, shaking his head.

“Are you insane?” His voice was low, sharp. “You hear a gunshot in a place, like this, and your first instinct isn’t to run, but to come looking for me?”

Mia swallowed. “I-I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Alex let out a short, humorless chuckle.

She was ridiculous. Completely fucking ridiculous.

He was still angry, but one look at her, sitting there, breathless, flushed, her lips parted slightly from all the running, and his anger began to shift into something else.

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Something more dangerous.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

“Me okay? Me?” His voice softened, the edge melting into something more exasperated. He leaned down slightly, resting an arm against the car as he stared at her.

“What am I going to do with you?” he whispered, almost to himself.

Mia held his gaze, and just like that-

The world faded.

The sirens, the shouts, the people still running for safety-none of it existed.

Only her.

And him.

Mia hesitated for only a second before her fingers brushed over his bruised lips, soft and careful.

Alex tensed at the touch, but he didn’t pull away.

Then-

She leaned in.

It was the softest kiss. Just a quick peck. Barely anything at all.

But Alex-

Alex caught her.

His fingers curled around the back of her neck, his grip firm as he pulled her in, deepening the kiss before she could slip

away.

For a second, he forgot everything.

Forgot where they were.

Forgot that anyone could see them.

That everyone was probably already watching.

He didn’t give a shit.

Mia gasped softly, and he felt her melt into him, her hand tightening slightly on his arm.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, their faces so close their noses brushed.

Alex’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.

“Tell me what I’m going to do with you.”

Mia said nothing.

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She just stared, wide-eyed, breathless, like she wasn’t sure what had just happened.

Neither was he.

“Alex.”

The sound of his name snapped him back into reality.

Alex turned, jaw clenching at the interruption.

Sam was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, brows raised. “We’ve got a situation.”

Fuck.

Right.

There was an actual problem happening, and he was here-doing this.

Alex exhaled sharply, forcing himself to pull away from Mia.

His fingers lingered on her for a second longer before he straightened

“Stay here,” he told her, his voice firm. “It’ll only take a few minutes to sort this out.”

Mia opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but he didn’t give her the chance.

He shut the door.

The tension still lingered in the air, though the chaos had died down.

They had settled with the police to leave that they can handle what happened.

Alex stood in front of the gang members, his expression unreadable, his knuckles still bruised from the fight earlier.

They were young-probably new to Willowcrest’s underground scene. Drunk, reckless, and foolish enough to pull a gun in his ring.

The leader of their little group stepped forward, shifting uncomfortably under Alex’s stare. He wasn’t stupid-he knew exactly who Alex was.

“You don’t know the rules of this place?” Alex asked, his voice dangerously calm.

The guy hesitated. “I-”

Before he could speak, another voice cut in.

“I’m sorry on their behalf, Phantom.”

Alex turned his gaze to the man speaking. He recognized him-one of the lesser-known gang leaders. Someone who thought he had power but ultimately answered to the real rulers of Willowcrest.

The rich.

In this city, gangs didn’t own the streets. They were just tools. Errand boys for the wealthy. They did the dirty work, fought

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their battles, but at the end of the day, they had no real control.

“They’re new,” the man continued, casting a sharp look at his men. “They didn’t know.”

Alex exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides.

He didn’t have the patience for this tonight.

“Get lost,” he said, voice edged with finality.

The gang leader nodded quickly, yanking his men by the collars and dragging them away before they could get themselves into more trouble.

Alex watched them go, then scanned the crowd that was already beginning to disperse. People were still murmuring, talking about the fight, about the gunshots, but no one lingered too long.

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