Chapter 4 – The Devil in White

Nora’s POV

Molly Campbell was a star. Her music traveled to nations, and every man wanted to have her.

 Women envied her back in the days until the unfortunate incident, resulting in her nickname, ‘Beauty without brains.’

Most of her fans said she slept with producers for her fame, but I knew it wasn’t true. Molly was very kind-hearted and decent.

When I wanted to join her backup singers without experience, she accepted me with open arms when my voice passed the test, something other celebrities rejected me for.

That kindness never left my mind, but when she fell, so was the end of my career as a backup singer too, ending up as a waitress until I received a mind-blowing proposal three years ago.

Giovanni Dawson, the CEO of Dawson’s Group, purchased this club from its original owner and gave it to me to manage, just as he did with the ones in other states, but there were conditions.

His men had informed him about my relationship with Molly, and she was the one he was looking for.

After convincing him with difficulty that I genuinely knew nothing about her whereabouts, he tasked me, just as he did to the other managers across the states and other countries, despite knowing she was married.

Molly loved places like this, but ever since her marriage, no one heard from her anymore, so it was not surprising that Dawson purchased this place to attract her, but his reason for the wild goose chase was unknown to anyone.

We were to inform him as soon as we had a hint about her whereabouts, but with the years passing without a glimpse of her, I was losing hope, especially when we had no idea who Molly’s husband was.

Today seemed to be a miracle when one of the IT officers alerted me of a familiar appearance in the car park.

I got there with speed, and she was indeed the one, disturbed and wanting to leave, but I convinced her to stay and called Mr. Dawson on the phone when I went to get her the drinks.

“Boss, Molly is here.”

“Don’t mess with me,” was his cold reply, but I heard him telling someone. “To the Manhattan club.”

I had no idea how long it would take, but the call ended. I was trying my best to keep Molly until he arrives and was surprised that she opened up to me.

Her situation ached my heart, and though I hated Mr. Dawson’s style, I so desperately wanted Molly’s ex-husband and sister to suffer.

My mistake was leaving her to go to the restroom by herself in her drunken state because reaching booth five, the client causing the trouble had already left, or so did Ursula, the waitress who made the report say.

Rushing back, Molly was not in her booth, and Ursula informed me about another incident.

When I went to check, it had also been strangely resolved, so I began to suspect her. Perhaps there was no issue at all, and she was just trying to get me away from Molly, which was very dangerous.

She still had a lot of enemies, most of them in this club. Four years were not enough to get the incident out of people’s minds, especially when they laid claims of being taken for granted and deceived by her.

Then I felt that Molly was in danger because I could not find her. “Ursula, where is Molly?” I asked her, she had a shocked looked on her face but I was strangely not moved by it due to the question coming out of her mouth.

“Who? Who is Molly?”

Fifty percent of the people in this club knew Molly so I couldn’t waste my time on a time waster, fearing that the more time wasted, the greater danger Molly might be in.

About to alert the IT department to check the cameras, Mr. Dawson arrived, using his private elevator.

“Where is she?” He demanded, his voice cold and frightening. Ursula had disappeared into the midst of dancing customers, increasing my suspicions.

There were rumors that Mr. Dawson had a woman and a son, so his search for Molly was just too weird.

Not only that, his business extended into the mafia, and most people who went missing were ones who must have offended him in one way or another.

At this point, I was afraid of the worst. “Sir, she went to the restroom, but I can’t find her.”

His pitch-black glare, filled with disappointment and pain, caused a strange weakness to cruise through my legs. I almost lost my balance.

It slowly dawned on me, the reason Mr. Dawson was nicknamed the devil in white. He hated dirt, and the only black thing on him was his curly hair.

To some, it was easy to recognize any dirt, for which reason Mr. Dawson was always clad in white, but others said it was his style of measuring strength.

If the devil in white got his attire stained in a fight, then he would accept defeat, which has never happened. He always defeated his opponents without staining his attire.

“Find her,” he ordered his bodyguards, and even with the loud music, his voice was clear.

“Any clues?” He asked me, I quickly remembered the waitress, Ursula.

“One of my waitresses told me to check on an emergency twice, and both times I did, but they had been resolved, or there was nothing to begin with.”

I didn’t have to explain further. He already understood what I meant. “Get her.”

It was not hard for me to locate Ursula, and without a word, I dragged her to the booth. Mr. Dawson glared at me, and I understood the language, kicking Ursula in the stomach.

Her nose scrunched up, a painful groan escaping her. “Tell me where Molly is, or the next one would be from me,” Mr. Dawson snarled.

It wasn’t a secret that a kick from the devil in white could send someone like her to the grave. Shivering like a rat in the cold, she whispered, “Room 403. It wasn’t my…”

Mr. Dawson walked past her with the instruction, “Lock her up.” I was going to do as told before he spoke again.

“You are coming with me. Zak, lock her up. Nelson and Jace, come with me.”

We followed him, and reaching room 403, Mr. Dawson’s kick sent the door flying in the air, giving me the understanding of the reason for his nickname. Which human would be able to survive such a kick?

I’ve always known him to be cold, but never this furious.

His two bodyguards overpowered two men before I saw Molly in just her undies. Warm tears slid down my cheeks.

“Don’t kill them yet,” Mr. Dawson’s cold voice hung in the air like a dark cloud.

If we had wasted even a little time, she would have been raped. Mr. Dawson was so upset that his handsome face lost its color, but he did something no one had ever seen him do, removing his white jacket and covering Molly with it.

As if that was not enough, shock flung through me to see him carry her in his arms so tenderly. Even his bodyguards who had returned from locking up the two men were flung with shock.

His voice when he spoke to her was unlike how he spoke to anyone else. “It’s alright. You are safe now. No one would hurt you again.”

“Fuck me,” I heard Molly say in a voice that was far from hers, and it clicked that she had been drugged, and it was all my fault. I should have never left her alone no matter the emergency.

Then again, Mr. Dawson would not take advantage of her, right?

He carried her to the presidential suite and beckoned me to follow. “Prepare the bath,” he ordered, his bodyguards waited outside the door.

He sat on the bed with Molly on his lap, and I returned to see him on a call. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, so I went to get it. It was his secretary, Chantelle.

That lady has always been efficient, but I hated the way she stared at Molly in Mr. Dawson’s arm, trying to seduce him as he gently restricted her with a rare softness.

When Chantelle handed over the document to Mr. Dawson, little did I know what he was tricking her to sign.

Molly seemed excited because of the drug in her system, and he took advantage. “If you sign this, then I will do whatever you want.” He stuffed a pen in between her fingers.

Weakly, she appended her signature, and with a strange smile, the devil in white slipped a ring onto her finger. Clearly, it was a marriage document.

After deriving satisfaction, he carried her to the bathroom, beckoning me to follow, which I did. Molly was immersed in the cold water before he left the bathroom.

I took over from there and cleaned her up, putting a dress on her. By the time I was done, he was back to carry her to the bed. “That is all for tonight, but you are sleeping in the next room in case I need you.”

Meaning I won’t go home, but it was fine. I didn’t have a child or anything, and it was just me and my mom. Around eight the next morning, my phone rang. It was Mr. Dawson, and his words got me confused.