The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 174: Let him go

Chapter 174: Let him go

As Remo and Abby chatted, a woman approached their table with a confident stride. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor. She wore a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, and her glossy hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. With a coy smile, she directed her focus solely on Remo, completely ignoring Abby’s presence

"Hey there," she purred, leaning in towards Remo, her lips curled into a suggestive smile.

Remo glanced up, his expression cool and detached. "Can I help you with something?"

Ignoring the frostiness in Remo’s tone, the woman disregarded Abby entirely. "I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone," she said, tracing a finger along Remo’s forearm. "Mind if I join you?"

Abby’s patience wore thin as she watched the woman’s blatant flirtation. "Actually, he’s not alone," she interjected, her voice sharp with annoyance. "And he’s definitely not interested in the likes of you."

The woman turned to Abby, her smile faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, I see. But sweetie, I wasn’t talking to you," she said dismissively, turning her attention back to Remo.

Remo’s jaw tightened as he pulled his arm away from her touch. "I’m not interested," he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Undeterred, the woman leaned in closer, her perfume overpowering. "Come on, don’t be shy," she whispered, reaching out to touch Remo’s cheek.

Abby’s patience snapped. With a swift motion, she grabbed the woman’s hand, squeezing it tightly. "I said he’s not interested," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "And if you don’t leave us alone right now, I’ll make sure you regret ever approaching us."

The woman recoiled, her eyes flashing with anger and humiliation. "Who do you think you are?" she hissed, pulling her hand away.

Abby stood her ground, her gaze unwavering. "I’m the woman who knows her man isn’t interested in sluts like you," she retorted, her words cutting through the air like a knife.

The woman’s face flushed with rage as she squared up to Abby, ready to retaliate. "You think you can talk to me like that with your stuttering?" she snarled, her voice rising in pitch.

Remo intervened, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Enough," he said sharply, his tone brooking no argument. "Leave. Now."

Abby’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s audacity, her patience wearing thin. "I don’t care who you think you are," she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "You can’t just waltz in here and act like you own the place."

Remo tensed as the woman grabbed him, his expression hardening. "Let go of me," he demanded, his voice ice-cold.

The woman’s grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin. "I don’t think you understand," she said, her voice dangerously low. "I always get what I want, and right now, I want you."

Abby’s jaw clenched as she watched the scene unfold, her blood boiling with anger. "Let him go," she ordered, her voice sharp with authority.

But the woman only laughed, her grip on Remo tightening even further. "Or what?" she taunted, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You think you can stop me?"

Before Abby could respond, Remo acted. With lightning speed, he pushed the woman away, breaking free from her grasp. "That’s enough," he growled, his voice filled with fury.

As Remo pushed the woman away, she stumbled backward, her heels catching on the edge of a chair. With a sharp cry, she fell to the ground, her body crashing against the hard surface. Pain shot through her hand as she instinctively reached out to break her fall.

Abby winced as she watched the scene unfold, her sympathy tempered by the woman’s relentless advances. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

But the woman only cried out in pain, clutching her injured hand to her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to get up from the ground. "My hand," she whimpered, her voice trembling with agony. "I think it’s broken". "You’ll regret this," she spat, her eyes flickering with rage.

But Remo stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. "I don’t think so," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Suddenly, two burly men appeared at the woman’s side, their expressions filled with concern. "Miss, are you okay?" one of them asked, reaching out to help her up.

The woman nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No, my hand," she sobbed, cradling it tenderly.

As the woman struggled to her feet but failing to, her pain turning to rage, she pointed a trembling finger at Abby. "I want her hand broken too!" she spat, her voice filled with venom as she turned to her bodyguards.

Before the bodyguards could advance towards Abby, Tony and Olivia appeared, having witnessed the commotion unfold. Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger as she stepped in front of Abby, shielding her from any potential harm.

The bodyguards hesitated, taken aback by Olivia’s boldness. "Get out of the way, little girl," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

But Olivia remained unfazed. With lightning speed, she grabbed the man’s hand before he could react, her grip like steel. The man cried out in pain as Olivia effortlessly twisted his fingers, breaking them in a flash.

The man cried out in agony, collapsing to his knees, clutching his mangled hand. People nearby gasped in shock, some recoiling in horror, while others reached for their phones to capture the scene.

Abby watched in awe as Olivia stood over the writhing man, her expression calm and composed despite the chaos around them. With a flick of her wrist, Olivia released her grip, allowing the man to crumple to the ground in defeat.

The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief, her anger momentarily forgotten as she stared at Olivia in awe. "Who... who are you?" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Olivia met her gaze with a steely glare. "I’m someone you don’t want to mess with," she replied, her voice cold.

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