Chapter 101 101
DIESEL POV
Donald walked closer, slow and deliberate, like he owned the whole damn warehouse. His eyes went straight to Daisy, sliding over her from head to toe with that hungry look that made my blood boil.
“Look at you,” he said, voice dripping with fake pity. “All dry and tired. He didn’t even take care of you properly, did he? Poor thing.”
I felt my jaw lock tight. My hand twitched toward the gun at my waist. The urge to put a bullet between his eyes right then was so strong I could taste it. But I held back. For her. She wanted her chance to talk. I owed her that much.
Donald snapped his fingers at one of his men. “Bring her a cold drink. She looks like she’s about to drop.”
The guy disappeared for a minute and came back with a bottle of water, condensation already running down the plastic. Donald took it, twisted the cap off himself, and held it out to Daisy with that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.
I wanted to smash it out of his hand. Send it flying across the room and watch it shatter. My arm moved before I could stop it.
But Daisy surprised me.
She reached out and took the bottle. Without hesitation she brought it straight to her mouth and started drinking.
I snatched it from her hand before she could take more than a sip.
She gave me a look — tired, frustrated, but steady. “I’m exhausted, Diesel. I need to drink it to regain my energy.”
I stared at her, stunned. Are you fucking kidding me? After everything, she was taking something from his hand like it was nothing?
I handed the bottle back to her, but not before I took a small sip myself first — testing the taste, making sure it was clean. She took it from me and drank the rest in one long go, clearly thirsty as hell. I watched her throat move as she swallowed, my chest tight with a mix of worry and something fiercer.
Donald watched the whole thing with a crazy smile spreading across his face, eyes gleaming like he was enjoying the show.
“You think I will poison my woman?” he said, voice smooth and mocking.
“My woman?” I muttered, the words coming out low and dangerous.
Daisy’s voice cut through before I could move.
“Let’s have a talk,” she said.
She stepped forward a little, looking straight at Donald with a bold, confident face I hadn’t seen on her before. No shaking. No tears. Just quiet strength.
Donald looked stunned for a bit before nodding slowly, like he was actually considering her words. His eyes flicked to me, then back to Daisy. The smirk never left his face.
“Alright,” he said. “But it has to be me and you alone. In my office.”
Daisy froze. I could see the surprise flash across her face. She hadn’t expected that either.
“There’s no way that’s happening,” I said, voice low and final. My hand was already moving toward my gun.
But Daisy turned to me, eyes pleading. “Okay,” she said softly. Then, quieter, just for me, “Please, Diesel… let me do this. I need to.”
I stared at her. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. Every instinct screamed no. But the way she looked at me — tired, desperate, but determined — left me with no choice.
I didn’t answer with words.
Instead, I walked straight up to Donald, grabbed his jaw hard with one hand, and forced his face up to mine.
“If you dare do any shit with her,” I growled, “fuck your funeral — it’s today.”
Donald only gave me a dirty smirk.
I dropped his face and stepped back.
I watched them walk toward the office door. Daisy went in first. She looked back at me once, just once, and gave a small nod — like she was telling me she’d be fine.
How dare she think she’d be fine.
I started pacing. Up and down. Up and down. The two of Donald’s men stood separately, watching me with flat eyes. I felt anything but at ease. Regret was already crawling up my throat. Fifteen minutes felt like hours. Every second that passed made my skin crawl worse.
Then I heard it.
Daisy’s loud scream from inside the office.
Fear slammed into me so hard my whole body went cold. I rushed toward the door without thinking, heart pounding in my ears, tension twisting every muscle tight.
The two men moved fast to block me.
I didn’t slow down.
I twisted low, drove my elbow into the first one’s gut, then grabbed his head and smashed it straight into the second man’s face. Bone cracked. Both of them dropped to the ground like dead weight.
I cocked my gun and kicked the office door open with all my strength.
The first thing I saw was Donald pinning Daisy hard against the wall, his body pressed close to hers.
I didn’t hesitate.
I raised the gun and released the bullet instantly.
The shot rang out loud in the small room.
Daisy let out another loud scream.
Blood.
Blood was everywhere.
My whole body went weak.
Donald moved away from her.
What the fuck had I just done?
Did I just…?
I think I made the worst mistake of my lifetime.