Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Time's up. Looks like your boy doesn't love you enough, bitch," Nico sneered, his frown deepening.

"Honestly, I'm a little disappointed," he continued, shaking his head.

"I would've loved to fuck you right in front of your boyfriend. But hey, as long as I get to fuck you, it's still a good day for me." His laughter echoed through the room as he stepped toward Maya, bound helplessly to the chair.

A flash of fear crossed her eyes. The memory of Ross taking her in front of her previous boyfriend played in her mind—a moment that, despite the humiliation, had ultimately turned her life around.

But she knew better than to believe fate would favor her a second time.

Glancing at the other broken women in this hellish den, Maya couldn't help but assume the worst.

Her heart sank with the thought that she might soon share their fate.

Still, when she recalled how Ross had effortlessly dealt with Don Lucas Pablo Garcia, a man feared by many, and how he had easily subdued her ex-boyfriend, Peter Montgomery, hope surged in her heart once more.

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More than that, Maya had never seen Ross flustered or nervous—not even once.

No matter the situation, he remained calm and unshaken, as if nothing in the world could rattle him.

And of course, our op evil mc had no intention of letting anything bad happen to her.

Knock.

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The sharp sound echoed through the tense silence. All eyes turned to the door, the room frozen in suspense.

Nico, proving himself an unflinching leader, broke the silence.

"Open it," he commanded, gesturing to the man closest to the door.

With a quiet click, the door creaked open.

Every gang member immediately raised their handguns, the compact weapons easier to conceal in this buzzing city area.

Through the doorway stepped a man with an unassuming face, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and black jeans. Ross.

"Oh?" Ross's lips curved into a faint smile as his gaze swept over the room. "I didn't expect to be welcomed so warmly."

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with deliberate finality.

The heavy thud seemed to emphasize his complete disregard for the weapons aimed in his direction.

Calm and composed, Ross walked forward, his confidence filling the room like a storm about to break.

"Ross!" Maya cried out, her voice trembling as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Relief flooded through her, blending with disbelief.

She had clung desperately to the hope that Ross would come for her, refusing to let despair consume her.

But now, seeing him standing there, her faith vindicated, the reality of his arrival was almost too overwhelming.

Her love for him swelled, deeper and more profound than ever.

"I'm here, Maya," Ross said, his voice steady and unwavering.

His eyes met hers, and for a moment, it was as if the chaos around them faded into nothingness.

"Just sit there and watch me break the faces of these dumb gangsters."

His words, calm and spoken without hesitation, cut through the tension in the room like a blade.

"Hahahaha!" Nico erupted into laughter, his booming voice filling the room. He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

"Did you all hear that? This idiot thinks he's some kind of hero!" His laughter intensified, his derision palpable.

The gang members joined in, their chuckles filling the air as they pointed their guns at Ross.

To them, this was nothing more than a joke—a fool walking into a lion's den, unarmed and vastly outnumbered.

"I've heard the stories about you from my men that you beat up before," Nico said, straightening up and wiping a tear from his eye.

"They say you're good with your hands, that you know how to fight. But let me ask you, hero—what can you do against a room full of guns?" He turned to Plum, his right-hand man, with a smirk.

Plum understood immediately. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a set of handcuffs and tossed them at Ross's feet. The metallic clink echoed ominously.

"Put those on, boy," Plum said with a sneer. "Don't be stupid and try to play hero. You'll just end up dead before you even make a move."

He grinned wider, his imagination running wild. Plum and Nico shared the same twisted pleasure—the thrill of breaking a man by taking his woman in front of him.

Ross tilted his head, his calm expression never wavering. Then, a small grin formed on his lips.

"Plum, huh? Short for plumber, I'm guessing. You really should've stuck to unclogging toilets. All those mountains of poop must miss you by now."

The room went silent for a moment, and then a ripple of poorly stifled laughter spread among the gang members.

Plum's face darkened instantly, his grin vanishing as rage consumed him.

"Fuck you, boy!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fury. "I'm gonna fuck your girlfriend so hard she'll be calling me daddy by the en—"

And then, it happened. The world changed.

Poof.

In an instant, the room was plunged into absolute darkness. It was as if the very air had been sucked out, leaving only silence in its wake.

A heartbeat later, chaos erupted.

Panicked shouts filled the air as heavy, guttural screams rang out.

The sound of bodies hitting the floor, the clatter of guns dropped in the confusion, and frantic footsteps reverberated through the pitch-black space.

"What the fuck is going on?" Nico's voice cut through the chaos, his usual confidence replaced with panic.

But there was no answer, only more screams and the sound of struggle.

The darkness seemed to stretch on forever, though it lasted only moments.

When the lights flickered back on, the scene was one of devastation.

Every gangster in the room lay on the floor, bound and defeated.

Their hands were cuffed tightly behind their backs, and their legs were secured with thick ropes.

Some were unconscious, others groaned in pain, but none were left standing.

Ross stood exactly where he had been before, his posture relaxed and his expression unchanged.

He looked as though he hadn't moved a muscle, as though the chaos had unfolded without his involvement.

"What were you saying again?" Ross asked Plum, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of menace.

Those who live by the sword would always die by the sword.

Ross would let these dumb gangsters experience pure terror and pain just before they leave this mortal world for good.

He would take his time and be merciless. The thought pleased Ross already.