Chapter 6 Unfaithful Married Couple

The loud music mixed with the celebration of new years cheered up all of the sobbers inside the nightclub, dancers were swaying their hips side to side on the stage as the mixed colored spotlights surrounded them.

On the second story of the club, a man sat elegantly on the comfy red couch-wall while giving himself away to the champagne in his hand. He took a sip of the crimson-red liquid, then he watched as the liquid swirled in his cup like a whirlpool.

Minutes have passed and Nissan couldn't manage to get to the washroom with so many people dancing and blocking her way. How can she get changed into her black clothing? She could've gotten changed inside the taxi, but it had already left.

Nissan looked around the club to only find drunk people dancing and swaying their hips at mens. Nissan's face immediately scrunched up in disgust, mens were looking her way with some weird desires hinted in their eyes.

'I can't get change around here. These mens are perverted and dangerous, why did he ask me to meet him here? Can't he choose a better location for a discussion?' Nissan thought as she gave out glares to all of the people who dared to look at her with lust.

Thinking that all of the people in the club are drunk and their visions aren't great, Nissan decided to stay in her clothes that she's left with and took out a black mask from inside her bag. She put the mask on as she carried the bag in her hand and looked around for her client.

When she couldn't find him on the first floor, she walked up the stairs to the second floor and looked for him there.

He released a deep sigh and placed his cup back down on the table, he looked up and spotted a girl in jeans and wearing a white-sweater. He scoffed as he watched her walk towards him like a girl lost in the wood.

'What odd clothing you chose to wear to the club.' he thought.

He watched the beautiful figure strode past drunk mens kissing one of the dancers on the sofa, her wavy brown hair let loose out of her ponytail and swaying side-to-side as she walked. His drunken state made the girl walking towards him look cute with her curves showing through her jeans.

She continued to walk past him in search of her client, but was suddenly pulled onto a red-looking couch.

"Hey-" she shouted when her body hit the hard couch. She placed her hand on her shoulder while groaning, she turned her head to the side and spotted the exact person who she came here to meet.

"Mr Noble!" she said behind her mask.

"I'm glad I finally found you! Just please next time-" before she could finish her sentence, the man beside her circled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. With both of her hands in between their bodies, she tried to push him away.

"Ahh- What are you doing?" she shouted with her fists banging on his chest. She would've done the trick and banged her head against his or either bite him, but since he's her client and she needs to discuss with him about work, she decided to just keep a safe distance away from him.

"Show me-" he paused when Nissan heard him speak up and stopped banging on his chest. "Show me how intimate my wife was with her colleagues." he finished off his sentence and stared at Nissan who was frowning when she heard his words. She swallowed before replying.

"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling uncomfortable in his hold.

"How do they act when they're together? Do they do this?" he asked as he tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her even closer to him.

Nissan held a look of discomfort, but she nodded her head which made the man smile at her cuteness. He then dipped his face into her exposed neck. Nissan's eyes widened when she felt his breath trailing up to her ears and whispered.

"Do they do this as well?" Nissan immediately tried to free herself from him, but they ended up staying in the same position.

"Don't move! If you still want me to hire you, you need to satisfy me!" he threatened her with work.

"Satisfy you? You wish! I'd rather work with someone else then stick with you. You can keep your money!" Nissan spoke to him in a quiet yet harsh voice that only the both of them could hear.

Nissan removed her black mask and dipped her head into his neck, she was ready to bite him until she heard a loud bang.

The bang sounded like someone pulling the trigger on a gun, Nissan instantly looked up along with the man who took his face out of her neck and turned his head to look behind him and spotted a familiar woman holding a gun in her hand. Nissan pushed the man away from her when she saw the woman striding towards her while holding a gun in her hand.

The man who was sitting beside her looked at the woman with wide eyes.

'Is that... Mrs Noble? His wife?' The woman has bloodshot eyes as if she has been crying the whole way to the club and her face looked like she was going to explode in any second with a power of rage.

While at the main entrance to the club, a man wearing casual clothing was waiting at the door. When he spotted his boss, he waved to catch his attention then opened the door for him.

"Mr Blade!"

"Where is he?" His tone was cold and the look on his face was furious as he stared directly at his assistant.

"R-Right over here." he spoke, fearing that if he said anything else he would die from the scolds and the cold, death stares he receives almost everyday from his boss.

He led his boss up the stairs to the second floor and searched for Mr Noble which was really easy since everyone's attention was on a certain woman holding a gun that was pointing at the man who was Mr Noble.

"Meena!" his boss shouted which was pretty loud to his assistant, but his sister didn't hear it and continued pointing the gun at her husband who looked back at her in fear with both of his hands beside his head in surrender.

He stared at the woman who was sitting beside Meena's husband, acting innocent as if she was one of the bystanders and wasn't one of Meena's husband's mistresses.

'Her husband did cheat on her. How obnoxious is that?' he thought as he quickly took big long steps towards his sister.

He heard his sister's voice the closer he got to her, he then witnessed his sister slapping her husband and confronting the girl beside him. She held the gun right at her husband, ready to pull the trigger. Nissan watched and listened to her client's wife shouting at her and violently attacking her husband.

'So who exactly cheated? Did I find evidence for the wrong person?' she thought.

When she saw her client's wife raising the gun in her hand and pointing it directly at his forehead, Nissan felt that she had to act quickly before she shot.

"Mrs Noble, please! Calm down!" That's all Nissan could think of before having to use her martial art skills and physically calm the woman down. She heard a laugh escape the woman's mouth before she pointed the gun at Nissan instead.

"You! You like to steal someone else's husband so much, do you?" she spoke and Nissan shook her head.

"What? Stop acting! If you like to become a mistress so much, look around. There's many rich and wealthy men here in the club." she said, feeling glad to confront and let out her anger on someone.

Nissan didn't like being accused as a mistress. There is just no way Nissan will let herself fall that low to steal someone else's man and no way she will cling onto mens with rounded belly even if he was rich, she wouldn't even give a glance his way.

"You're wrong in every way! Your husband said that you cheated on him first and I'm no mistress of anyone!" Nissan shouted back at her which had infuriated Meena whose grip on the gun became stronger.

She was about to pull the trigger and shoot, but a hand quickly got in the way of her and held onto her gun as well. They were both fighting for the gun, Meena looked up and found the most familiar face who had a look of disapproval of her.

The man she respected the most, her brother, but right now whoever the person was she doesn't care. All she cares about is teaching her husband and his mistress a lesson.

"Meena! Let go of the gun!" he shouted, but she didn't obey and pulled the trigger when the gun faced a random direction.

The bullet aimed at the glass window which soon shattered into pieces and fell on the couch that the dancers used to sit on, but quickly got up and ran out of the club.

"Meena!"

The gun was shot in a different direction, almost everyone in the club had left screaming and shouting for help. Finally Meena had stopped fighting for the gun when she had shot right at her husband's shoulder...