Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 504

Chapter 504: Chapter 504 Branch
“I guess that’s one way to put it,” Ross said evenly, his tone devoid of fear.

“Release us now, and I promise you’ll have a billion dollars in your bank account within the hour. No strings attached. Just take what you want and leave.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then the leader let out a sharp bark of laughter, slapping his knee as if Ross had just told the funniest joke in the world.

“Hah… Did you hear that, boys?” he sneered, turning to his crew. His nine men, each more hideous than the last, erupted into cruel laughter, their jeers filling the dimly lit room.

“You rich kids are somethin’ else,” the leader drawled, shaking his head.

“Walkin’ around like gods, like the world owes you just ’cause you popped out of some rich bitch’s cunt. Ridin’ in your fancy cars, livin’ in your mansions, fuckin’ hot bitches without a care in the world.” He spat on the floor, eyes burning with resentment.

“And now, you think you can buy your way outta this?”

Ross met his gaze without flinching.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said.

“I wasn’t born rich. I grew up on a farm, dirt poor. My family barely scraped by. I worked my ass off, got lucky, and made it to the NBA.”

The leader’s smirk faltered for a split second before twisting into a scowl.

“Hah! So now you’re sayin’ I’m dumb?” he snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.

“That it? You think you’re better than me, just ’cause you got lucky?”

Ross didn’t answer, his face unreadable. But his silence only made the leader angrier.

“I’ll show you how dumb I am,” the man growled. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he turned his attention to Adele.

His eyes roamed over her like a predator sizing up prey, and a sick, lewd smile stretched across his face.

“You,” he said, jabbing a dirty finger in her direction.

“Come here.”

The place went dead silent. Adele stiffened, her face paling. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she didn’t move.

Ross’s jaw tightened. His calm exterior didn’t waver, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes now.

The leader chuckled darkly.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Scared?” He took a step closer, his grin widening.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

The laughter from his men grew louder, a disgusting chorus of amusement.

Ross exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. Then he spoke, his voice quieter this time—but somehow, far more dangerous.

“Touch her, and you’ll regret it.”

The laughter stopped.

For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed the leader’s face.

But only for a second. Then he sneered.

“Oh yeah? And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

Ross smiled. But it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was cold. Confident. And utterly terrifying.

“Try me.”

“Ohhhh… I’m scared. So scared of a man tightly bound on his seat. Fuck you rich kid!” The leader shouted and then turned his attention to Adele once more.

Of course this was just acting since the kidnapper leader was already under the complete control of Ross.

The air was thick with tension as the leader’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“Come here, or do you want me to involve your daughter instead? Fine. You! What’s your name, Diane? Get over here now!” His words were sharp, laced with menace, and his eyes bore into Adele with an intensity that made her blood run cold.

Adele’s heart raced as she glanced at her youngest daughter, who was trembling in the corner, her wide eyes filled with fear.

The sight of her child in such distress shattered any hesitation Adele might have had.

“No! I’ll do it!” she finally said, her voice trembling but firm. As a mother, she knew there was no limit to what she would endure for the sake of her children.

She stepped forward, her legs feeling like lead, and stood before the group of men. She was wearing a modest two-piece bikini, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she tried to steady her breathing.

The men around her began to murmur, their eyes raking over her with a mix of curiosity and something darker.

Adele could hear their comments, but she forced herself to tune them out, focusing instead on the faces of her children. She silently prayed for strength, for the courage to face whatever horrors lay ahead.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of protecting her family, but for now, she knew she had to play along.

“Well, well,” the leader sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as he stepped closer to Adele.

“You’ve got a nice body, I’ll give you that.” He circled her slowly, his gaze lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. “But first,” he continued, stopping in front of her, “I want you to entertain our guest here—the arrogant rich kid. Think you can handle that?”

Adele’s brow furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to process his words.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced towards the side, where her husband and Ross sat, their hands bound and their face pale with uncertainty.

At least this was true for Steven.

The leader chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a shiver down Adele’s spine.

“Simple,” he said, his tone almost playful.

“I want you to keep him company. Let’s see how long he lasts. In short, I want you to fuck him.” He turned to the other men, who laughed in response, their voices echoing in the open scenic view of the lake side.

Adele’s stomach churned as the weight of the situation settled over her. She knew what the leader was implying, and the thought made her feel sick. But she also knew she had no choice.

She had to protect her children, no matter the cost. Swallowing her fear, she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the leader ugly face.