Chapter 338

“I… I can’t take it anymore…” Kayla finally whispered, unable to hold back any longer. She looked so captivating and delicate it was enough to spark any man’s instinct to pursue her.

Landon and Aiden watched helplessly as Kayla endured humiliation, their rage and panic threatening to overwhelm them. However, neither of them dared to take action.

Kayla had only been drugged, and aside from a cut on her forehead, her clothes remained intact. At least she hadn’t experienced any significant abuse yet. If they angered Jonny now, everything Kayla had fought for would be in vain.

They struggled to suppress their urge to explode! Landon and Aiden were barely holding it together, their faces flushed with repressed fury.

“Feeling uncomfortable, are you?” Jonny grinned mischievously, loosening the ropes around Kayla’s ankles.

The intense discomfort left Kayla unable to control her body; her legs rubbed together restlessly, yearning for any relief. The more Kayla suffered, the more Jonny indulged in her misery. “What a show!” he laughed, his voice filled with sadistic delight.

Aiden clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, cursing himself for not destroying Jonny when he had the chance; he should have ensured there was nothing left of him. Landon vowed to himself that one day, he would make Jonny take ten times the drugs–He would make him suffer so intensely that Jonny would beg for death.

“Let’s call Tuff over to watch, too!” Jonny sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Kayla froze, trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face. Her mind raced: ‘Tuff… Tuff… I can’t let him see me like this! Not him!’ she thought, overwhelmed by panic and shame.

“He left the country,” Landon said, his voice steady yet icy.

“No way! His wife is still here–how could he just leave?” Jonny scoffed, clearly not buying it.

Landon saw the disappointment and pain in Kayla’s eyes and gritted his teeth. “He had official business.”

“What business could be more important than his wife?” Jonny sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

“The Flying Tiger Sect’s mission is tomorrow. Not even his wife–hell, not even his mother–could stop him,” Landon replied, his voice rigid and unwavering.

Jonny clicked his tongue, smirking. “Real classy, isn’t it?”

“Give her the antidote first, and we’ll talk terms later,” Landon said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Oh, you want me to cure her first, huh?” Jonny’s grin grew even more twisted, his eyes glinting with malice.

Aiden’s heart was in his throat. ‘Please, not that kind of cure…’ he thought, dread flooding his mind.

“Absolutely!” Jonny responded with enthusiasm. Without warning, he slipped his hand beneath Kayla’s clothing, roughly kneading her skin, disregarding her dignity.

Kayla couldn’t help herself–under the drug’s effect, she let out an uncontrollable moan of pleasure.

Aiden turned away, trembling with a mix of rage and helplessness. ‘What a freak! What a maniac! He knows how to break a person from the inside out,’ he thought, his mind swirling with fury. ‘Thank goodness Tuff didn’t come in, but can Kayla and Tuff’s marriage weather this storm? If their marriage falls apart, will she even have the strength to carry on?’

“Jonny cut it out! I said give her the antidote–not your twisted idea of a cure!” Landon roared, firing a shot straight into the ceiling, the crack echoing like thunder.

As Amelia reached the house, her knees gave way to the sound of the gunshot, and she collapsed, her heart racing. ‘Landon has a carbine,’ Amelia thought, panic feeding through her.

After that single shot, silence fell like a heavy blanket. Amelia scrambled up and rushed inside. “Landon!” she shouted, her voice trembling, cutting through the chaos. Everyone turned to her in stunned disbelief, their heads snapping toward her in unison.

“Amelia?” Night Owl frowned in surprise. What is she doing here at this time? she wondered.

“Well, well, another beauty,” Jonny drawled, letting go of Kayla and waving Amelia over. “Come here…”

Landon stepped in front of Amelia, his body tense and protective. “Landon, you can only choose one: your wife or your sister. You can either let me enjoy my way with your sister right now, or you can send your wife over here to please me,” Jonny sneered, his grin twisted with malice.

Amelia stood closely behind Landon, her voice urgent and soft. “He has a heart condition. Go and provoke him, make him snap!”

Landon’s eyes flashed—he knew exactly what to do. “Jonny, don’t forget–your son is still in my hands! If you lay another finger on Kayla, you’ll never see your son again.” Landon roared, his voice filled with fury.

“Oh, whatever. I couldn’t care less,” Jonny replied, completely unfazed. He didn’t care at all.

Amelia still had no clue what Jonny’s real weakness was, so she hurried over to Aiden. “Provoke him–give him a heart attack!”

Aiden was shocked. ‘My brother is as healthy as a horse–he doesn’t have any heart issues,’ Aiden thought, still trying to process it all.

“Hurry!” Amelia pressed, her voice urgent. “You know him better than anyone–only you know how to push his buttons!”

Aiden was about to ask again when Night Owl grabbed his arm. “Quit stalling and think of something–fast!”

Aiden stared at the man before him, his eyes wide with recognition; the lunatic from his memories now stood before him as a chilling reality. He spoke deliberately, his voice cold and clear: “He doesn’t care about Landon at all–because Landon isn’t his son.”

“What did you just say?” Jonny’s voice was sharp, and disbelief narrowed his eyes. Everyone else was equally stunned, staring in complete astonishment.

“Landon is my son,” Aiden said, taking a deep breath and flashing a sly, almost taunting smile. “Someone like you isn’t worthy of Kayla having your child. That kid is mine–he’s got nothing to do with you.”

“Impossible!” Jonny was rattled, his expression twisting in shock and fury.

“Don’t believe me? Go ahead, ask Kayla,” Aiden taunted, his voice calm and unflinching.

Jonny leaned in, glaring at Kayla with a vicious intensity. “Say it!”

Kayla had no idea what sort of crazy stunt Aiden was pulling, but she trusted that he had a reason. Suppressing the intense pain that felt like a thousand ants crawling under her skin, she managed to say, “It’s… It’s Aiden’s…”

Jonny completely lost control, his scream resonating like a beast trapped in a cage. “You betrayed me? You two hooked up right under my nose while I was still alive?” he howled, his face twisted with rage and disbelief.

Landon and Amelia exchanged a glance, relief and worry flickering in their eyes as adrenaline surged through them. That had set Jonny off. It wasn’t his son he cared about–what truly drove him mad was that the brother he had always looked down on had stolen his woman and turned him into a laughingstock.

“And that’s not all,” Aiden sneered. “The entire family fortune is now in my name. While you were gone, I completely took your place. Even the decision of whether we pay our respects to you each year–it’s all up to me.” He continued with his taunts, each word striking hard and cutting deep.

Jonny’s expression grew more frantic by the second, his chest heaving as rage consumed him. Realizing Jonny was on the verge of exploding, Aiden pulled a special six-pointed star pendant from around his neck and held it out in front of him. “And this? It is mine now, too.”

The pendant was a symbol of power for the Kington Gang, designed by Jonny himself–it represented authority and prestige. Jonny’s eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage. “That’s mine! All of it–it’s meant to be mine…”

Everything–every last thing–should have belonged to him, but Aiden had taken it all. Jonny howled in despair, completely losing control. His mouth fell open, and his body went rigid before he collapsed backward like a toppled tree, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

Landon surged forward like lightning, quickly pinning Jonny down. By the time Aiden regained his composure, Night Owl was already by Kayla’s side, covering her trembling body with her coat. “It’s alright, it’s alright…” she murmured, her voice calm and soothing.

“Tuff…” Kayla called out, her lips trembling as she spoke. Now that she was finally safe, her first thought was whether Tuff had truly given up on her. Every ounce of hope and perseverance she had held onto was for him alone. Without him, she would have long ago silenced herself and ended her struggle.

“I’m right here,” Tuff’s voice echoed, warm and steady, cutting through the darkness and reaching Kayla’s heart. In the thick of the night, Tuff appeared like a guardian angel, walking straight toward her–each step emanating strength, as if nothing in the world could hinder him.

Kayla’s heart, which had been hanging by a thread, was suddenly pierced with anguish, pain, and longing crashing over her all at once. ‘He didn’t give up on me… But look at the mess I’ve become. No, I can’t let him see me like this,’ she thought, her heart twisting with shame and humiliation.

She buried her face in Night Owl’s chest, unable to confront Tuff at all. Night Owl, who had experienced her share of heartbreak, gently patted her on the back and said, “We’re always here for you, Kayla. Those who love you will never stop loving you…”

“Kayla, I’m here to take you home,” Tuff declared, his voice firm as he reached out and pulled her into his arms without giving her a chance to resist.

Tuff’s touch triggered the drug in Kayla once more, causing her body to react uncontrollably. She shook violently, biting her lower lip so often that she lost count, each bite bringing fresh blood. Old wounds blended with new ones, and dried blood speckled her pale lips like minor crimson stains–the sight was enough to make anyone’s heart ache.

Tuff’s heart twisted with pain as he pulled Kayla into a firm embrace. “It’s over now. I’m taking you home…”