Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Chapter 502 Cellar
The group piled into the truck, the excitement palpable as they drove through the countryside.

The lake wasn’t far, but the ride was filled with chatter and laughter.

When they finally arrived, the crystal-clear water sparkled under the afternoon sun, the surrounding trees casting cool patches of shade along the shoreline.

The moment they stepped out of the truck, everyone sprang into action—laying out picnic blankets, setting up a small grill, and dragging coolers down toward the water’s edge.

Ross, however, was momentarily distracted.

As the girls shed their outer clothes, revealing their swimsuits underneath, he let out a low whistle of appreciation.

Sandra’s bikini hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that left little to the imagination.

Amy wasn’t far behind, her one-piece suit accentuating her long legs and toned figure.

Even the other girls looked stunning, their sun-kissed skin glowing under the bright sky.

But his eyes were plastered mostly on Diane and Adele’s body whom he has not gotten the chance to explore yet.

“Damn,” Ross murmured, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

“You sure know how to make a guy appreciate summer.”

Sandra turned slightly, placing a hand on her hip.

“Like what you see?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ross chuckled. “More than you know.”

Amy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her amused smile. “You’re such a dog.”

Ross merely grinned. “And you love it.”

With that, the group made their way down to the water, eager to escape the heat.

Some immediately dove in, while others waded in slowly, letting the cool water wash over their sun-warmed skin.

The sounds of splashing and playful shrieks filled the air as the afternoon fun officially began.

Ross stretched his arms above his head, letting out a contented sigh.

The day was just getting started, and he had a feeling it was going to be very interesting.

They hadn’t even finished lunch when Ross’s gut feeling proved right.

Screech!

A white van came to a sudden stop near their parked vehicle, its tires skidding over the dirt and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The once-lively picnic atmosphere was shattered in an instant.

Birds took flight from the surrounding trees, startled by the abrupt arrival, and a tense silence fell over the group.

Before anyone could react, the van’s side door slid open with a metallic clang, and ten large, rough-looking men spilled out.

Their appearances alone set off every alarm bell—greasy hair, tattooed arms, ragged clothes, and leering expressions.

They moved with the confidence of seasoned criminals, men who had done this before.

Ross’s jaw relaxed in amusement.

Trouble. And a great opportunity for him.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here, boys?” The leader stepped forward, a grin stretching across his pockmarked face.

He was the ugliest of them all, with a scar running down his left cheek and a crooked nose that had clearly been broken more than once.

He lifted a pistol into the air and fired a single shot toward the sky.

Bang!

The crack of gunfire echoed across the lake, the sound ricocheting off the water and trees.

Gasps of fear erupted from the group.

Adele instinctively pulled her daughters closer, her face draining of color.

Ross remained still. His fingers curled slightly into his side, but his face showed no panic.

One of the goons, a thick-necked man with a missing tooth, let out a low whistle as his eyes roamed over Adele and her daughters.

“Pussy, boss! Four nice pussies!” he sneered, licking his lips.

Ross’s gaze darkened.

“Pussy indeed! Hahaha!” The boss let out a bark of laughter, slapping his thigh.

“I didn’t think we’d see such fine women during our little vacation.” His tone dripped with amusement, but there was an underlying cruelty in his voice, the kind that sent a chill down the spine.

These weren’t just random thugs.

They were part of a notorious kidnap-for-ransom gang, well-known in Chicago’s underworld.

Over the past year, they had carried out a string of high-profile abductions, demanding millions from terrified families.

But after the authorities finally caught wind of their operations, they had gone into hiding, retreating to the countryside to escape law enforcement.

And now, by sheer coincidence, they had stumbled upon fresh prey—three beautiful women in an isolated location, far from the safety of civilization.

Sandra’s breath hitched as she clutched onto Amy’s wrist. Amy, usually so composed, swallowed hard.

Adele, though visibly shaken, squared her shoulders in a futile attempt to mask her fear.

The goons spread out, forming a loose semicircle around them.

Their body language was relaxed—too relaxed.

They weren’t expecting a fight. In their minds, this was already over.

Ross slowly placed his drink down on the picnic blanket. His movements were measured, deliberate.

He leaned back slightly, as if still at ease, but his sharp eyes scanned every detail.

The way the leader held his gun—sloppy, overly confident.

The number of men—ten, all within range.

The distance between him and the nearest attacker—about three steps.

His mind worked quickly, assessing, planning.

They had no idea who they were dealing with.

Not yet.

But they were about to find out.

Still he could not help but formulate a plan of his own. His smile widened as he liked what he saw.

There was so much to innovate here and ultimately serve as an advantage to him in the end.

“Perfect.” Ross thought inside as he finalized his scheme.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that made every breath feel like a struggle.

The leader of the armed men stood at the center of the chaos, his eyes wild and his voice booming like thunder.

His grip on the pistol was steady, but the madness in his gaze betrayed his desperation.

“Nobody move, or the next bullet goes straight through your heads!” he roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

“You think I’m playing? It’s gonna get real messy, real quick, if you don’t start cooperating!”