radicalducati Chapter 457: Tie Her Up
Chapter 457: Tie Her Up
With liquor that strong, no one could stay sober. Once she drank it, he would have full control over her.
"Drink it!" Bruno urged her while watching her hesitate.
Bianca clenched her teeth and lifted the bottle to her lips.
Before she could take a sip, her phone rang.
She pulled it from her pocket and saw Dave's name on the screen. What could he want at this hour?
Her eyes shifted between Bruno and the whiskey bottle. Drinking it could lead to serious trouble.
But maybe Dave could help.
She stared at his name, considering her next move.
"Mr. Aston, excuse me. I need to take this call," Bianca said, standing up and answering before Bruno could stop her.
Before she could say a word, a strong hand grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
Bruno snatched the phone from her and threw it to the floor.
"Answering a call now? Are you trying to run away?" His eyes burned with anger.
Before Bianca could react, he forced her against the sofa and shoved the bottle against her lips.
"Drink! Finish it all, or you're not leaving!"
She hadn’t expected him to go this far. She struggled and her hands flailed as she hit him.
"Let me go!"
As she struggled, her hand struck his face with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room.
Bruno’s face turned red with fury as he processed what had just happened.
"You dare hit me, you wench!" His voice thundered with rage. "Guys!"
At his call, several large men turned their attention toward them and began walking closer.
"Mr. Aston, what’s going on here?" one of them asked.
"Hold her down! Tonight, she’s going to learn a lesson!" Bruno barked, his face flushed.
Bianca's heart pounded as she watched the men step toward her.
"If you dare touch me, expect a lawsuit from my lawyer tomorrow!" she snapped.
Bruno smirked, standing behind them. "Trying to scare me?"
"You’re just an agent from a small company. What can you possibly do against me?" His voice dripped with arrogance.
"Besides, everything tonight was consensual. You asked for my help, didn’t you? So what’s the problem?"
His smirk deepened. "Once you walk out of here, who will know the truth?"
Bruno lifted his chin, laughing at Bianca hysterically.
"You really don’t get it, do you? My boss is one of the most powerful men in Edenfield. With him behind me, no one can touch me! If you weren’t so pretty, do you think I’d even bother helping you? Face it—you’re weak, an easy target for people like me."
His laughter sent a chill through Bianca, making her fists tighten out of anger.
Now she understood. Bruno acted this way because he had powerful protection.
But she refused to give in. She sprang to her feet and bolted for the door.
Before she could reach it, the men grabbed her and forced her down onto the sofa.
The hangover pill slipped from her fingers, rolling away out of sight.
Bianca was pinned down. No matter how much she screamed, no one stepped in to help.
People around them watched it amusedly, treating it like entertainment.
She had faced danger before, but the cruelty still cut deep.
The world was ruthless, crushing her hope instantly and leaving nothing but emptiness.
"You’re drinking this whiskey today!" Bruno snarled as he approached her.
He grabbed her throat swiftly and forced the bottle to her lips, pouring the burning liquid down her throat.
The alcohol scorched her insides. She gasped for air, choking as it seared her throat and filled her nostrils.
"Let go... hmm..." Bianca’s muffled cries were drowned out by the men’s laughter.
They mocked her helplessness, enjoying her struggle.
Whiskey dripped down her neck, soaking into her collar. Her rapid breaths only seemed to excite Bruno more.
He swallowed hard, tossing the empty bottle aside before grabbing at her clothes.
"Trying to tempt me, huh? I’ll take you right here!"
Bianca’s head spun as if she were being pulled into a whirlpool.
But she refused to give in.
Summoning every ounce of strength, she kicked and fought back with everything she had.
Her resistance only drove Bruno’s twisted desire to control her.
"Hey, Mr. Aston, don’t forget about us when you’re done with her!" one of the men sneered.
Bruno laughed. "Relax, everyone will get their turn!"
Cheers erupted around the room. Their laughter echoed, filling the space with sickening excitement.
To them, Bianca was nothing more than a toy, something to be used and discarded.
Tears burned in her eyes. She cursed herself for not seeing Bruno’s true nature sooner.
She had thought someone of his status wouldn’t sink this low.
She had been wrong.
She hated herself for making such a terrible choice that had put her in this dangerous situation.
"Why is she so strong?" Bruno muttered, struggling to pry her hands away.
Frustrated, he snapped, "Tie her up!"
Several men grabbed her arms, pinning her down and binding her wrists with a tie.
Bruno stood in front of her, grinning as he rubbed his hands together, reaching for her.
Bianca let out a desperate scream.
"Help… Someone, help!"
At that moment, the door burst open with a loud crash. A cold gust of wind swept through the room.
Everyone froze, turning toward the entrance as a group of men in black stormed in, forming a path.
Shock filled the room as a tall man in a black overcoat strode in with slow, deliberate steps.
His eyes swept across the scene, cold and unreadable.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you?" Bruno growled, releasing Bianca and shoving his way to the front.
He swaggered toward the intruders, scowling. "Ever heard of knocking before barging in?"
"Who the heck are you?"
Bruno, slightly drunk, first noticed a pair of polished black shoes. His eyes traveled upward, taking in the tailored black trousers, crisp white shirt, and fancy black overcoat.
Then, he saw the man's face—cold, sharp, and dangerously handsome.
Bruno was stunned as he stared at him in shock.
A few seconds passed before his eyes widened in realization.
He staggered backward and his voice shook.
"Mr—Mr. Evans… What are you doing here?"
Dave’s eyes were sharp like a predator. A dangerous aura surrounded him as he stepped forward and grabbed Bruno by the collar, yanking him up.
"Where’s Bianca?" His deep voice carried a chilling intensity.
Bruno’s face twisted in confusion. He hadn’t expected that to be Dave’s first question.
"She… She…" Struggling for air, he weakly pointed in Bianca’s direction.