Christina kept telling herself to stay calm—she had to stay calm. If she panicked, these Hidden Dragons thugs could easily overpower her without breaking a sweat.
However, Irene was too furious to think straight. She yanked out her phone and snapped, “Finley, you bastard—are you leaving or not? If you don’t get out right now, I’m calling the cops! Let’s see how you like spending the night in jail!”
Finley let out a mocking laugh. “Call the cops?”
Irene clenched her teeth and said coldly, “Damn right, I am. You animals think you can do whatever you want? You’re in my house, trying to force yourselves on my daughter—do you have a death wish?”
Finley’s gaze turned ice-cold. Without warning, he swung his hand across her face.
The slap was so brutal that Irene went flying, her phone slipping from her grip and crashing onto the floor, shattering on impact. She did not even have time to cry out; her body hit the ground with a thud, and she passed out instantly.
“Mom!” Christina’s breath hitched as sheer terror took over. She never expected Finley to actually hit someone.
The Stevens family had no one who could fight back against these brutes—if they tried, they would be crushed in an instant.
Finley took a step forward, his arm reaching out to grab her by the waist. With a vile grin, he sneered, “Christina, I never got the chance before, but tonight… oh, tonight, I’m finally going to enjoy you to my heart’s content. Right here in your own mansion, I’ll make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life.”
Christina stumbled back, pressing her arms over her chest as her heart pounded in panic. “Finley, don’t do this! I’m warning you—the Stevens family in Bridgefields won’t let you get away with this!”
Finley froze for a second before bursting into laughter. “Christina, quit trying to scare me. The Stevens family marched into Jayrodale, acting all high and mighty, thinking they could take down Andrew. And what happened?
“They got their asses handed to them. Aspen is probably lying on her back for Andrew right now, legs spread while he pounds her into the mattress. So don’t waste your breath. The Stevens family here in Jayrodale is nothing but a bunch of weaklings. I can do whatever I want with you, and no one can stop me.”
Christina’s face turned deathly pale as her nails dug into her palms. “Finley, don’t forget—you promised Aspen that the Stevens family was your ally. We’re supposed to fight the Wellers, Rhodes, and Andrew—not each other!”
Finley rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. “Christina, are you stupid or just hopelessly naive? I had to play nice when Aspen was around because she had backing from Bridgefields. But now? You have no one. Why the hell should I still treat you as a friend?”
He cracked his knuckles and smirked. “Be a good girl—get on your knees, stick that ass up, and make me happy. If you do that, maybe I’ll consider giving your family some protection. But if you resist, I promise you, tonight, you’ll be screaming until your voice is gone.”
His disgusting grin widened as he started unbuckling his belt. The moment his fingers pulled it loose, his men erupted into cheers and laughter, whistling like wild animals.
Christina nearly gagged as nausea surged up her throat. Panic and fury warred inside her as she cursed her luck, wondering why it always ended like this, and why these monsters always came after her.
Leroy, meanwhile, was slumped over in a drunken haze, his face flushed red, his eyes glassy. However, when he saw Irene collapse and Christina trapped with nowhere to run, his blurry mind snapped into focus.
Chapter 854
Desperate, he forced himself to his feet and pleaded, “Mr. Moore, please, just let it go. If you and your men want to have fun, I’ll take you out. My treat. She’s my sister. Doing this is just wrong.”
In his heart, Leroy wanted nothing more than to kill Finley and his filthy crew. Nonetheless, he knew the truth—Finley could break him with a single punch.
So instead, he swallowed his rage, forcing a smile and hoping—praying—that Finley would back off.