Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 470

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Amy’s worst fears didn’t come to pass. Ross didn’t take her to some dark, secluded place or force her into something she couldn’t resist.

Instead, he simply brought her to an upscale club, where he acted as if everything was normal.

They danced, drank, and Ross even introduced her to a few acquaintances, all while wearing his usual confident smirk.

Amy, however, felt like a doll being paraded around. Every move she made was stiff, every smile forced.

She couldn’t relax, not with William’s beaten face burned into her mind.

Every second spent in Ross’s presence felt like walking on a tightrope, teetering over the abyss.

Eventually, at midnight, Ross drove her home. He didn’t try to enter her house, didn’t make any further demands—he simply smirked and said, “Sweet dreams, Amy.”

She barely managed to mutter a response before rushing inside, locking every door behind her.

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She immediately dialed William’s number, her heart pounding with each ring.

No answer.

She tried again. And again. And again.

Still nothing.

Her stomach twisted with anxiety. William always picked up. Even if he was asleep, he would answer. So why wasn’t he now?

What she didn’t know was that, at that very moment, William was enduring yet another nightmare of his own.

***

Somewhere in a cold, dimly lit room, William sat slumped against the wall, his wrists still raw from the bindings that had held him for hours.

His body ached with an unbearable pain, bruises covering him from head to toe.

Before him stood a towering man—Brandon, one of Ross’s most trusted enforcers. A hulking brute with scars littering his arms and a cruel smirk on his face.

Brandon exhaled smoke from his cigarette before tossing it aside.

“Listen up, boy.” His voice was calm, but there was a razor-sharp edge to it. “You’re lucky. The boss decided to let you go.”

William barely reacted. His swollen eyes could barely open, and his split lips made it impossible to speak.

“But,” Brandon continued, crouching in front of him, “you’re not walking away completely free. There are rules.”

William swallowed painfully, his dry throat burning.

Brandon’s smirk widened. “Don’t speak a word of this to anyone. Not your friends, not your family. And especially not your little girlfriend.” His voice dropped into a chilling whisper.

“We know where you live, William. We know where theylive. It’d be so damn easy to drag you back here—along with your loved ones. Do you understand me?”

William’s body shuddered. He tried to lift his head, but even that took immense effort. He barely managed a weak nod.

Brandon sighed in mock disappointment. “You don’t seem to have the energy to listen properly, boy.”

Without warning, he cocked his fist back—

And slammed it straight into William’s face.

BANG!

A sickening crack echoed in the room.

Three of William’s front teeth shattered on impact.

The pain was instant and excruciating, but what was worse was the sensation of something sharp in his throat.

Huk—!

He gagged violently.

He tried to spit them out, but his body was too weak. His vision blurred as he coughed, the broken teeth scraping down his throat. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

Brandon chuckled, standing up as he dusted off his knuckles.

“That should do it.” He looked down at William, watching as he struggled to stay conscious.

“Now, be a good boy and remember what I said.”

William could barely hear him anymore. His head lolled to the side, his breath shallow. The world around him blurred, darkened—

And then, everything went black.

***

The day after Amy found no william. But then she kept contacting him and finally got connected to him at noon.

“William! Are okay? Where are you right now. I went to your house this morning and you’re not there.” Amy said clearly alarmed.

“It’s nothing. I had some problem I need dealt. I’ll probably come to school next week. See you, Amy. I love you.” William said and easily disconnected the line.

He was in front of the mirror and the same hansome face was there but when he smiled he felt disgusted at what he saw.

His perfect white teeth was no more as three teeth were missing from their spots.

***

The next day, Ross showed up at Amy’s school just as she was waiting for her Uber. Any minute now, the car should arrive, and she could go home, away from him.

Ross, however, had other plans.

“Amy, I’m hungry again. Join me for dinner,” he said casually, as if last night hadn’t happened.

Amy stiffened but didn’t turn to look at him.

“No thanks,” she said firmly. “I don’t know what you did to William, but I’ll never forgive you, Ross. You’re a bad man. Please, just stay away from me.”

She walked a few steps away, trying to create distance, but Ross wasn’t so easily ignored.

Five minutes passed in silence before his voice rang out again, smooth and confident.

“Wanna bet? No Uber is coming, no matter how long you wait.”

Amy clenched her jaw.

“You’re unbelievable, Ross,” she muttered, shaking her head. She didn’t doubt his words for a second. He had the money, the influence—if he wanted something, he could bend the world to his will.

Still, she stubbornly waited. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty.

Not a single car arrived.

Amy let out a deep sigh. There was no use fighting against him when he had already rigged the game. She turned to face him, her expression tired.

“You win. I’ll go with you. But promise me—don’t hurt William anymore.”

Ross smiled, as if he had been expecting this all along. “I promise.” He reached out and patted her shoulder. “So let’s be friends, okay?”

Amy scoffed. “Friends?” She shook her head in disbelief.

But there was no escaping him now.

That night, they had dinner again. Then they went out. And the next night, it happened again. And again.

By the end of the week, it had become routine.

Ross had made it impossible for Amy to say no. No matter what she did, he was always there, pulling the strings.