Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 873
Chapter 873: Chapter 873 Positive
“Guys… I don’t think this is right,” Billy muttered, his voice barely audible over the low rumble of the van’s engine.
His palms were slick with sweat, his heart pounding like a war drum as he stared at the black ski mask in his lap.
But it was too late to back out now.
They were parked in a dimly lit alley across from a luxury apartment building, twelve men crammed inside the white van, each one masked, wired with adrenaline, and ready to do the unthinkable.
The plan was simple—at least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.
Grab one of Ross Oakley’s wives, drag her inside, and break her.
Violate her so thoroughly that the golden boy of Parkland City would never forget the humiliation.
It was an eye for an eye… or so they claimed.
Billy swallowed hard, his gut twisting. He wasn’t a criminal.
Hell, he wasn’t even the type to cheat on a math test back in college. But now?
Now he was about to cross a line he could never return from.
“Don’t you dare chicken out on me, man,” one of the guys hissed from across the van, his eyes glinting through the slits of his mask. “We’re doing this! We’ve got the perfect plan. Foolproof. No way this goes wrong.”
Billy shook his head, his voice cracking. “This… this isn’t us. This is crazy. What if we—”
“What if nothing!” The man cut him off, his tone sharp and venomous.
“You gonna sit there and let Ross Oakley fuck your girl and just walk away like a little bitch? Huh? He humiliated you. Took Lois from you and paraded her like some trophy. You want to live with that forever?”
The words hit Billy like a hammer.
His chest heaved as he thought of Lois—her laugh, her soft kisses, the way she used to look at him like he was her whole world.
Now all of that was gone, stolen by Ross and his smug grin.
His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.
The rage, the heartbreak, the humiliation—they all boiled inside him until the fear began to fade.
“Yeah…” he whispered, almost to himself. “You’re right. He ruined my life. Why should he get to keep his perfect little world?”
“That’s the spirit,” another voice chimed in from the back, low and cold. “We’re gonna teach Ross Oakley that he ain’t untouchable.”
Billy nodded slowly, the decision sealing itself like a curse.
Across the street, the building doors slid open.
A tall, stunning woman stepped out, heels clicking on the pavement as she adjusted her designer coat.
The dim streetlights cast a soft glow on her flawless figure.
One of the men leaned forward, grinning like a wolf. “Showtime, boys. Target acquired.”
Billy’s stomach dropped, but it was too late to turn back now.
A beautiful blonde woman stepped out, her youthful features making her look no older than a teenager, even though she already had a baby.
She smiled softly, lost in a pleasant thought, her mind wandering somewhere far away.
But that fragile moment of peace was abruptly shattered by the screech of tires against the asphalt.
“What—?” she began, startled, spinning toward the source of the sound.
Before she could react, the sliding doors of a black van burst open.
Two men lunged out and grabbed her roughly, dragging her toward the vehicle.
“Go! Go! Go!” one of them barked.
The van’s engine roared to life as it sped away, tires kicking up clouds of dust behind it. Inside, the confined space smelled faintly of gasoline and leather, and she realized there were more men waiting.
They surged forward, grabbing at her from all sides.
She screamed, kicking and twisting in desperate attempts to break free, but her strength was no match for their numbers.
“Let me go! Who are you?!” Panic clawed at her throat, her voice raw and trembling.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears; the men only laughed, their hands violating her personal space.
Some reached for her clothing, trying to tear at it, while others tried to restrain her limbs.
“No! Stop! Please!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
Her heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing in the small van.
She could feel the cold metal of the seats under her hands, the vehicle swaying violently as it turned corners at high speed.
“Not here. We don’t want any evidence left in this van later,” a calm, commanding voice said from the shadows of the back.
The mastermind’s words sent a chill down her spine, a quiet threat more terrifying than the men’s rough hands.
The blonde’s mind raced, frantically searching for any possible escape, any way to survive this nightmare.
She thrashed and twisted again, desperate, but the men tightened their grip.
Each second felt like an eternity as the van hurtled toward its unknown destination, the city lights blurring past, and the world outside slipping further away.
The van finally came to a stop in front of a secluded house, hidden deep in the woods, far from the city lights and any chance of help.
The men wasted no time, dragging the beautiful woman inside.
Her heels clicked against the wooden floorboards, which groaned under the weight of their hurried footsteps.
Outside, the forest was silent, the trees swaying gently as if watching the unfolding scene.
Thud!
The door slammed shut behind them, echoing ominously through the house.
The men paused, expecting the usual panicked screams—but instead, the woman had suddenly gone still.
Her struggles ceased entirely, and an eerie calm settled over her.
“Good job, boys. I think we’ll have a great time here,” a voice said.
The silky tone that had once belonged to a woman was gone, replaced by a deep, commanding resonance that sent a shiver down their spines.
It was not something they expected to see at all today.
Before their incredulous eyes, the blonde figure began to shift.
Her slender frame stretched and broadened, bones cracking and reshaping with unnatural precision.