Evil MC's NTR Harem

Maya's jaw tightened. She said nothing, but her glare spoke volumes.

The gang leader chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that sent a ripple of unease through the room.

"It's payback time, doll. And I've got a little job for you." He paused, savoring the moment. "You're going to call that boyfriend of yours, and you're going to tell him to drag his ass down here. Oh, and make sure he brings all his little girlfriends with him. I hear he's got quite the collection." His grin widened, his gold tooth flashing again. "If they're half as pretty as you, I'm sure we'll find... uses for them."

"Go to hell, Nico Cross," Maya spat, her voice sharp and defiant.

She knew this was the leader of the Black Cross Gang, a man deeply entrenched in the city's underworld, with his hands in countless shady dealings.

Nico's grin didn't falter. If anything, her resistance seemed to amuse him. He spread his thick arms, gesturing to the room around him.

"Hell, huh? Sweetheart, this is my heaven. And pretty soon, it's going to be yours, too."

The gang behind him snickered, their laughter low and mocking, but Nico silenced them with a single raised hand.

He stepped closer to Maya, his heavy boots thudding against the floor with deliberate slowness.

"You've got some fire, doll. I like that. It's going to make breaking you all the more satisfying."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Maya refused to flinch, though every instinct screamed at her to step back.

Unfortunately, the chair held her firmly in place, leaving her no room to escape.

Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists, drawing on every ounce of her willpower to keep her composure.

Nico leaned in, his face inches from hers. His breath reeked of tobacco and cheap liquor, and his small, beady eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure.

"You know, I think I'll start with that smart mouth of yours," he murmured. "Pretty soon, you'll be begging to use it for something else entirely."

Maya couldn't hold back her rage any longer. "Fuck you," she snapped, her voice cold and unwavering.

Nico threw his head back and laughed, a loud, grating sound that echoed through the room.

The gang behind him joined in, their cruel laughter filling the space like a sinister chorus.

"You've got spirit," Nico said, his laughter subsiding into a smirk. "I'll give you that. But let's see how long it lasts when the fun really begins."

He took another step closer, his massive hand reaching out as if to grab her, but he stopped short, letting the moment hang in the air.

He wanted to see her squirm, to watch her fight against the fear threatening to consume her.

He reached out, tilting her chin up with his thick fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His beady eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail with an unsettling intensity.

Her short hair framed her features in a way that only seemed to enhance her youthful appearance, making her look more vulnerable than she felt. To him, she was perfect.

"With a face and body like yours," Nico mused, his lips curling into a twisted smirk, "I'm almost hesitating to send you down to this whore den."

He waved his hand toward the far side of the room, where several women cowered in their beds.

They trembled visibly, their wide eyes darting between Nico and Maya as if reliving their own nightmares.

It was clear they had been awake, silently bearing witness to the unfolding drama.

Many of them were victims—kidnapped, coerced, or blackmailed into a life of forced prostitution.

The hopelessness in their expressions was a chilling reminder of what awaited Maya if she failed to escape.

Nico's smirk widened as his gaze returned to her.

"But then again," he continued, his tone laced with mockery, "I think I'll be the first in line to sample that sweet little body of yours."

He threw his head back and let out a loud, cruel laugh, the sound echoing through the room.

The other gang members chuckled along, their leering faces adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

Maya's stomach churned, but she forced herself to remain defiant, her glare never wavering.

She couldn't let him see the fear she felt clawing at her insides.

Maya's eyes darted to the gang, searching for any sign of hesitation or weakness among them, but there was none.

These men were killers, hardened by years of violence and crime. Whatever humanity they might have once had was long gone.

Nico turned back to her, his smirk widening.

"Here's how this is going to work, doll. You call your boy, or I start breaking things. Maybe those pretty little fingers of yours. Or maybe I start with someone else you may care about. Some of these broken sluts for example."

Maya's mind raced, her heart pounding like a drum.

She knew what Nico was capable of, knew the kind of horrors he and his gang could unleash.

But she also knew she couldn't give him what he wanted.

Nico leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The clock's ticking, doll. Don't make me lose my patience."

Still, as Maya thought of Ross—someone just as dangerous, if not more mysterious than Nico—her nerves began to steady.

The memory of Ross's unpredictable nature and obvious connections gave her a sliver of confidence.

The memory of those big men wearing demon masks still haunted her dreams from time to time.

Maya straightened slightly, masking her fear with a forced calmness.

"My phone's in my left pocket," she said, her voice steady but edged with warning. "But don't try anything funny. If you do, I won't call my boyfriend, no matter how much you try to force me."

Nico studied her for a moment, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.

Then, with a smirk, he nodded toward the big man who had dragged her here.

"Do it, Plum," Nico said, his tone casual yet commanding. "And remember—no unnecessary touching. You and the boys will all get your turn once I'm done with this bitch."

Plum grinned, his thick fingers flexing eagerly. "You're the best, boss," he said with a chuckle before stepping forward to follow orders.

Maya kept her glare locked on Nico, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch as Plum reached into her pocket and retrieved the phone.

He held it up triumphantly, as though it were some kind of trophy, before tossing it to Nico.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in the city, in the same dingy hotel where Ross had taken Mary, a phone began to buzz.

The sound cut through the chaotic room, filled with the lewd, wet noises of bodies colliding and muffled cries of extreme pleasure.

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