Chapter 238

Daron shot Bianca a smug grin, his eyes glinting with malice.

"Five times the amount? You think that's enough? Those people who died were my closest allies! Our bond was way deeper than just money," he snarled, pressing the gun harder against her forehead.

Bianca's legs wobbled, and she almost lost her balance. Leaning against the wall, she asked, "So, what do you want?"

"It's gonna cost you a lot more! I want ten times the original offer," Daron demanded, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Bianca let out a small sigh of relief. If it was just about money, she could handle it. Ten times the price was steep, but John had given her plenty over the years. She could afford it.

'Just wait, you bastard. Once you get the money, I'll make sure someone takes you out!' Bianca thought to herself, reaching for her phone to transfer the money.

But then, Daron moved the gun from her forehead to her chest, pressing it against her breasts.

Bianca's body trembled, a sense of dread creeping in.

"Ever heard about the pirates in the Middle Ages? Years at sea, the stench of salt and the screams of their victims. They were consumed by rage, and those dirty prostitutes were their only release," Daron said, his eyes roaming over Bianca's body.

Bianca had rushed out in loose pajamas, no bra. The faint outline of her nipples was visible through the fabric.

Daron teased her nipples with the barrel of the gun.

Bianca's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and fury, her eyes burning with defiance despite the situation.

"I don't like those prostitutes. I prefer a taste of a wealthy woman. Now, strip," Daron ordered, licking his lips, his eyes full of lust.

He had already decided that once he got the money, he'd leave the country to avoid retaliation. And before leaving, he could enjoy the taste of a beautiful woman.

"No, you can't do this. I'll give you double the money," Bianca pleaded, her voice trembling as she clutched her chest, trying to shield herself from Daron's advances. She even crouched down, curling up her body.

"Do you think that will stop me?" Daron laughed coldly, grabbing her hair with one hand to control her, while the other hand undid his belt, exposing himself.

Bianca struggled, the foul smell making her face twist in disgust.

"You don't want me to tell John or anyone else about our deal, do you? If you disagree, maybe I'll sell this info to Isabella. She'd love to know. And if John finds out you almost made him the mastermind behind a murder, I wonder what he'd think," Daron's words filled Bianca with fear.

"No, please don't tell anyone, I beg you." Bianca trembled, her voice shaking with desperation as she looked up at Daron.

Daron narrowed his eyes and let out a loud laugh. "Look at you now. The only difference between you and those prostitutes is that your body is relatively clean, but your soul? Not so much."

With a sudden, violent motion, Daron yanked Bianca's hair, pressing her face against his genitals. "Now open your mouth and blow me! If you do a good job, I'll take the money and disappear from your life."

Bianca grabbed Daron's legs, trying to push him away with all her strength. "If you think you can make me submit like this, I'd rather die!"

She screamed angrily, her eyes wide with defiance.

Daron slapped her hard across the face. "You damn bitch, looks like I need to get rougher!"

Bianca screamed and tried to escape, but Daron grabbed her pants.

Her loose pajamas were no match for Daron's strength, and soon her pants were pulled down, revealing her tender buttocks.

"Look at this butt, so tender!" Daron licked his lips, his lustful gaze intensifying.

Just as Daron was about to thrust forward, a roar suddenly rang out.

"Bastard, get away!" John roared, then shot Daron's genitals directly.

The searing pain made Daron scream as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding crotch, writhing in agony.

"Bianca, are you okay?" John ran towards her, and when he saw her exposed lower body, fury burned in his eyes.

"That bastard tried to rape me! Thank goodness you came in time. Please, take him out!" Bianca cried and screamed.

Daron, lying on the ground, tried to speak.

"Wait, John, don't you want to..." But his words were cut off by John's bullets.

In a blind rage, John emptied his gun into Daron.

By the time John was done, Daron's chest and head were riddled with bullet holes, blood pooling around his lifeless body.

With a cold face, John threw away the gun, took off his jacket, and covered Bianca's lower body with it.

"What was that guy trying to say?" John asked, holding Bianca tightly.

Bianca lay in John's arms, her eyes flickering, and shook her head. "I don't know what he was saying. But it doesn't matter anymore. Don't worry, he just took off my pants, and you came in time. I'm all yours, still pure and untouched."

John sighed, pressing a tender kiss to Bianca's cheek. "Let's not talk about this. I'll take you back to rest, and I'll find you a new place to stay soon. This place is seriously unsafe, and I don't know how that guy got in."

Bianca hugged John's neck and nodded.

Shortly after Bianca and John left, another figure arrived next to the dead Daron and took some photos.

"What a shame, I was so close to an adult movie moment. But damn, Bianca's got a nice ass," the figure sneered with a chilling grin before vanishing into the darkness.