The Runaway Groom

Chapter 227
Irene was shaking with rage.
She put down Tommy and suddenly dashed toward Ian.
She moved so quickly that before anyone noticed or could move to stop her, she had reached him and slapped him across the
face!
The ensuing smack seemed to echo in the container, and everyone froze!
Irene had struck Ian so hard her palm turned numb—she had struck him as hard as she could!
“Irene Spencer!” Robin yelled, running up and shoving Irene when she saw her beloved being struck. “How dare you touch
him?!”
“Why wouldn’t I?!” Irene’s eyes were red. “I will kill him if anything happens to Tommy!”
“And I’ll kill you if you do!” Robin yelled back, her eyes bulging furiously.
After learning that Ian had broken up with her just to protect her, she fell deeper in love and was now willing to kill for him!
That was when Isaac walked up, pushing Robin aside, and strode toward Irene with the look of a frenzied beast.
Irene took a step back warily. “Take it up with Isaac Jefferson if you have a beef with him! Do you think you’re a man, abducting
an infant?”
Ian simply narrowed his eyes.
The red palm print on his face was ever distinct as he smiled. “No one’s ever slapped me. Did you think I’d ? forgive you?”
Irene reared her chin at him, not yielding despite her clear disadvantage. “Did you, after you hurt my child?”
Ian cracked his knuckles just then, his veins bulging over the back of his hand, and laughed despite his rage. “Fine, I don’t lay a
finger on women anyway – but I can make you wish you were dead, while humiliating Isaac at the same time.”
Irene felt the ominous intent, and had to suppress her terror right then. “What are you doing?”

“Paying you back for the slap,” Ian said darkly, and turned toward his crew. “You can have her, boys–that’s a pretty face if I ever
saw one. Show her some proper love now, because you’re having the honor of bagging a woman who slept with Isaac
Jefferson!”
With that, he put a hand around Robin’s waist and said, Let’s go.”
Just as he stepped outside, he stopped and told the crew, Don’t disappoint me, and remember to record it. I have to show
everyone that Isaac’s woman is available to the public–and he’s nothing but a cuck!”
“We’re related, Ian Jefferson!” Irene snapped.
She was attempting to make Ian eat his words, even though she knew there was not much of a chance – she was just
desperate.
To no one’s surprise, Ian simply snorted. “So what if we are? Isaac and I stand apart. Did you think you carry weight around
here?”
Ian’s crew leered and ogled her then, as if ready to lunge and devour her at any moment, leaving her retreating in fear.
“Wait, what about Henry?” Irene asked, suddenly remembering about the eldest Jefferson.
“Who, my grandfather?” Ian laughed in disdain. “Doesn’t matter who you cry to for help -I’m the alpha and the omega on this
ship, and that old man’s already left!
You’re not getting away, and help isn’t coming.
Blame Isaac if you want, for getting you pregnant.
Who would I mess with if not his woman?
Despair seized Irene. It seemed that the Jeffersons were really after each other’s blood.
Anyway, enough talking. Get her already. Ian cooley snapped at his crew with Ian’s blessing.
The men, who had been at sea for too long, felt their juices stirring.
They swarmed at Irene at the next instant, tearing at her clothes. Stop. Irene cried, even as she struggled.

Rip. They tore through her blouse soon enough, revealing her fair, brittle skin, a sight which left their eyes turning red and their be
Their leader growled. I’m going first. With that, Irene was pinned down on the wooden crates, her limbs restrained.
Her straps were loose, whereas her bare neck and shoulders, along with her struggle, only further aroused the crew. What the he
This is too much.
The leader moved on top of her as he spoke.