Yara’s throat suddenly became dry, and she felt dizzy. What did Ricardo just say? Did she hear him right? Was he auctioning an intimate night with her to strangers? That was ridiculous! How lawless could the man be? “I won’t do it…” she murmured to Ricardo angrily. “How dare you try to sell me? Am I a commodity?” The fatso threw a look of disgust at her. “Fucking cunt! You will do exactly as I say! You will be my sex slave until I have recovered my losses! Or else…!” Ricardo pointed towards the side stage, where his guard held a sharp dagger to Julia’s neck. “If you as much as shake your head in disagreement, my guy will open another mouth on your friend’s neck! Is that clear?” Yara’s eyes welled with tears seeing Julia’s plight. The poor girl fell into the villain’s trap only because she worked at Mathews Munchies restaurant. Yara felt partly responsible for the predicament. She steeled herself, faced Ricardo, and nodded reluctantly. The fatso cackled in satisfaction. “That’
Ricardo's eyes widened in surprise. Did he hear the stranger right? Was the guy really from the Hilton family? How could it be confirmed to be true? On one hand, it was essential to fact-check such a tall claim. On the other, it would be rude to ask for proof. The last thing Ricardo wanted to do was offend someone from the mighty Hilton family. The fatso racked his brain and quickly took out his phone. The Hiltons were so wealthy they were practically considered royalty. Therefore, fans posted the family tree online along with pictures. Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief. The young stranger's appearance did match with someone in the generational tree. Pine Hilton, a youngster from a side branch, had recently become the head of the branch after his father's demise. It was unbelievable but true! A branch head of the wealthiest family in the state was at his pub! That would explain the five hundred grand bid. None of the usual customers had that much disposable income. Ricardo be
Yara pulled up her T-shirt slowly and reluctantly. She hoped that if she could delay even for a while, somebody would come to rescue her. But her expectations seemed unfounded.Yara's flawless waist and navel came into view first. An ordinary man would be aroused with even this much exposure. She was such a natural, exotic beauty.Pine Hilton was upon the girl in an instant. His hands grabbed her wrists firmly. Yara let go of her T-shirt in shock. She froze in her place, unable to speak or move.The young Hilton chuckled. "This is your first time with a man, huh?"He extended a hand and tried to touch her cheek. She cringed at his approach."You're mine," Pine said sternly. "I won't let anybody else touch you."Yara raised her eyes, confused by the strange choice of words. Did the young Hilton think he owned her forever? Or did he plan to purchase her from Ricardo for good? Considering his financial background and compulsive attitude, it didn't seem impossible.Pine tried to touch her
Julia had been listening to everything from backstage. She rushed into the hall with urgency. There was panic written all over her face.“Yara! Mr. Ricardo is not kidding about his collaboration with the Red Vipers!”All eyes turned to the flustered woman. Ricardo raised a surprised eyebrow but made no immediate response.“Draven Bailey used to be involved in the sex trade at Cinderella Agency,” Julia explained. “He shut it down and transferred his assets to this pub. You have no idea what kind of shitstorm Draven will bring. Please escape from here before he arrives!”Ricardo grinned viciously. Even though Julia was giving away his business secrets, he believed it to be in his favor. He wanted Tyler and Yara to realize the grievousness of their situation and tremble in fear. They needed to know that the Red Vipers gang was coming for them.Tyler narrowed his eyes. Apparently, even after he taught Draven a good lesson, the gangster did not reform his ways. He merely shifted his illici
Draven was taken aback by the stranger’s rebuttal. Did he just say that the entire Sapphire City Branch of the Red Vipers was a knockoff? The kid was either exceedingly brave or hopelessly stupid. An insult to the Grim Reaper would only serve to quicken his inevitable death. Draven was highly agitated but wanted to maintain composure before his followers. If he wanted to be a big mafia boss in the future, he had to learn to deal with misguided heroes with class. ”Why don’t you take off the hoodie and face me like a real man?” the gangster asked through clenched teeth. “Fair enough.” Tyler smirked and slowly lowered his hoodie, exposing his face. His eyes sparkled, and a soul-piercing gaze shot towards Draven. The latter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the man before him. “Tyler Grant…” he mumbled in horror. “It cannot be…” The gangster suddenly felt like his throat was dry, and his tongue was parched. He caught his own right hand on instinct. A thick bandage was rolle
The Fremont Grand Prix was being held in Central Sapphire City, a few miles from Sterling Hill. It was an elite, restricted area patrolled by guards. Ordinary people could not gain entry without a ticket. Thousands had gathered to watch the annual intra-state motorbike racing event. Many factions, primarily billionaires, celebrities, and even mafia proxy groups, were known to participate through proxies. The prize money was fifty million dollars. It was a considerable sum indeed; hence, racers could become millionaires overnight. However, their masters had other intentions of taking part. There was a secret to the entire charade. An unwritten agreement existed in elite circles that whoever won the moto racing event could nominate the councilor of Central Sapphire City. The latter was the business center of the flourishing Petra County. The councillor who controlled the local government could favor a multinational and help it make huge profits. In fact, in certain ways, he was more
Tyler shut down Athena's Insight and leaned on the shower wall behind him. The pallid corpse of the celebrity Gina Perry lay before him, her face twisted in pain and horror.In a few minutes, police officers and event staff would burst into the ladies’ locker room. Apparently, they had received an anonymous tip-off that Gina was being held against her will in the shower chambers.After discovering the celebrity's dead body and finding Tyler in the same room, the cops were likely to arrive at one conclusion. That he was Gina Perry's cold-blooded murderer. It would be an open-and-shut case since the criminal was caught red-handed.The young man did not panic at all. A simple solution was to escape out the window. Even though it was the tenth floor, he could easily land on the ground without getting hurt.However, another problem presented itself. Tyler would never find out who actually killed Gina Perry and tried to frame him. Was it Duke Hilton or someone else? Moreover, he had not yet
As Tyler predicted, a search team barged into the ladies' locker room a few minutes later. It comprised three police officers, five event staff members, and a dozen heavyset guards. They spread out, desperately searching for Gina."Miss Perry! Miss Perry! Can you hear us?"When the search team heard the shower running, they rushed to the last stall, morosely expecting to enter a crime scene. Was Gina still alive?However, their sense of urgency and distress was absolutely decimated by the racy sight before them.Gina Perry was in her bathrobe under the running shower. She was making out passionately with a topless, athletic young man. They were all over each other—touching, caressing, groping, with no regard for the onlookers. The scene was something out of a steamy Hollywood movie.The intruders were so shocked that they froze, unable to utter a single word. Even though they were tremendously awkward, they couldn't take their eyes off the attractive c