Saving the Villain

"Girls like you are that trash perfect target, but it's none of my business." The leader spoke while undoing his belt, staring at the shock dominating Amie's face. "All I care about is money and a little bit of fucking, you see? Sex is sex. Even if you're not my type, you still have a hole."

Amie's lips quivered, looking back at Henry and her friends once again. But it was futile. They weren't looking at her, nor were they showing signs of wanting to help her.

"Stop…" came out her shaking voice as she looked back at the leader. "No, I don't want to."

"Oy, oy… what's up with you, eh?" a frown turned up on the leader's face. "We already negotiated."

Amie propped her elbows up, sitting up on the table. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I was wrong. I don't want it anymore — I can't."

"What?"

"Please, boss." Amie placed her hands against each other, literally begging him. "Let me just pay you a grand we talked about."

"Hah…" The leader let out a dry laugh, hands on his hips. "I am supposed to get six, though? Aish… this is why I hate negotiating with people like you. One second, you are all so determined, and then the next second, you change your mind. I am so fucking fed up with talking sense to people like you."

The leader glanced at his lackeys, and even without a word, the lackeys looked at each other before they nodded. As soon as they agreed on something, the lackeys marched toward the table and pinned Amie down.

"Ack!" Amie winced as her back thudded against the table. Her wrist and ankles were now being held by multiple men to keep her still.

"Man… this kind of setup is kinda turning me on," said the leader, smirking at Amie.
Amie's already pale complexion turned whiter as her entire body shook in fear. Her heart thudded violently against her chest, knowing no one would be there to save her. At this point, tears pooled in her eyes at how helpless her situation was.

The people she thought were her true friends ended up turning their backs on her while she was willing to ride or die with them. They were nice to her until moments ago; how could they change so easily? They were like her previous friends: Fay, Sarah, and Cosette.

Those people… were no different from her previous friends.

"Alright then…" the boss licked his lips as he bent over.

The second his weight pressed on top of her, a loud shriek escaped her mouth.

"Kyah!!"

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[ Minutes before the present time ]

When the leader kicked the door open, Cosette and Luke, who were peeking from their room, gasped. Their eyes dilated, a little surprised at the trouble they could smell from the group.

"Amie!" Cosette breathed out, and without thinking, she pulled the door open to interfere. However, just as the door was wide enough to fit a person, Luke slammed his hand on it until it closed abruptly.

"Luke!" she yelled, looking back at him. Luke still had his hand on the door while Cosette was confined in him, her back against the door. "What the hell are you doing, Luke?"

"I should be the one asking. What the hell are you thinking?" he returned with a scoff. "Didn't you see there's a group in there? What are you going to do against how many of them, hmm?"

"But Amie —"

​ "They might be friends!"

"If they were friends, why would he kick the door? Didn't you see they're bringing baseball bats? What do you think they'd do with that? Play baseball inside the karaoke?" Cosette glared at him, grinding her teeth angrily. "Get your hands off —"

"Cosette!" Luke cut her off mid-sentence. "Cosette, don't just rear your head in trouble or without knowing a little bit of context. At least think about your actions before you do anything."

Cosette flinched when he raised his voice, surprised that he could raise his voice that much. For a moment, she could only stare at him, wide-eyed.

"What am I supposed to do, then?" mumbled Cosette when she recovered her voice. "Amie might be in trouble. You remember that girl, right? I don't want Amie to end up like that poor girl."

A grim look dominated Luke's face as he remembered that girl in that other school. That girl they saved from killing herself… was just like Amie. Both girls might be different and their situation, but that didn't mean Amie was safe from experiencing that sort of hell.

"All I'm saying is at least, you think about your action instead of just jumping into a situation." Luke sighed, ruffling his hair in irritation. "Max will kill me if we both get in trouble, you know that, right?"

Cosette pressed her lips into a thin line at the mention of Maxen. That was true. Maxen would be terribly angry — no, Maxen would kill if one of them get hurt. Even if Luke and Cosette were at fault and got in trouble by being nosy, Maxen wouldn't forgive anyone who laid their hands on them.

"We should call him," suggested Luke along with a heavy exhale. "Maxen will know what to do and can handle those people peacefully."

Luke snapped his eyes at her, only to see the hesitation plastered on her face.

"Cosette," he called under his breath. "You are seriously driving me crazy. Let's just give Max a call and tell him about this, hmm? I don't think they will hurt her."

"What if she gets hurt before he comes?"

"Then…" Luke paused, staring sincerely into her eyes. "We'd get in, hmm? And then we run away with her, okay? We'll try to observe the situation first."

Cosette pressed her lips once again, staring at him before she nodded in agreement. She couldn't stay stubborn right now, regaining some sense that this wasn't a movie. They could get hurt — Cosette and Luke — no matter how capable they were in martial arts.



With that being said, Luke peeled his hands from the door and then sent Maxen a message. Maxen had an important meeting today that he couldn't miss. That was why he asked was absent from school. Thinking that Maxen would see the message a bit later, Luke also sent Remo a message just in case.