Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Chapter 855 Chapter 855

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Finley's expression darkened as he sneered, "The Stevens family really doesn't know what's good for them. What's wrong with me taking Christina? I'm a top disciple of the Hidden Dragons. She should consider it an honor

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Leroy's heart pounded with panic. He grabbed Finley's sleeve, forcing a smile as he pleaded, "Mr. Moore, please, listen to me—just hear me out. This is my home. You making a move on Christie is just too much.

"Let's take this outside. Whatever kind of fun you're looking for, I'll pay for it. I guarantee you and your men will have a great time."

His stomach churned with regret. Just hours ago, he thought befriending Finley and making him his brother-in-law would be smart. Now, he wished he could go back in time and beat some sense into himself.

Leroy wanted nothing more than to find the courage to put a bullet in Finley's head. Nevertheless, wanting and doing were two different things-and he simply was not brave enough.noveldrama

His desperate attempt to pull Finley away only made things worse.

Finley's temper flared as he shoved Leroy back. "Get this little punk out of my sight. If it weren't for the fact that Christina is worth my time, I wouldn't even bother looking in his direction."

At Finley's command, two of his men seized Leroy by the hair.

Leroy cried out in pain as they dragged him across the floor, ignoring his frantic struggles.

Christina clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Finley, let him go! You're crossing a line-you will face consequences for this!"

Finley chuckled, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Christina, stop wasting your breath. Consequences? Punishment? What can you do? You Stevens are nothing but insects to me. And in my world, insects get crushed."

Leroy barely had time to take a breath before one of the Hidden Dragons forced a bottle between his lips. The sharp burn of alcohol flooded his throat as they poured an entire bottle of red wine down his gullet.

Leroy was nothing more than a plaything to the Hidden Dragons, a dog for them to toy with. One swung his hand and slapped him across the face-twice, hard. His head snapped to the side, and he immediately doubled over, gagging and vomiting afPover the ground.

"Jacob, let's keep going!"

"Hold this little punk down. Let me have some real fun with him-I'll make sure he drinks till he can't take it anymore!"

One of the gang members sneered

as he signaled to another who grabbed a fistful of Leroy's hair and yanked his head back. Then, he took off his pants, exposing his lower body, and urinated into Leroy's mouth.

"Stop! Stop right now! You bastards, let him go!" Christina screamed, her voice raw with desperation as she tried to rush forward to save Leroy.

Finley, looking irritated, slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground before kicking her aside and stepping forward with a sneer.

Leroy's eyes widened in sheer terror and rage. He wanted to fight back, but the pain from his scalp was unbearable

his hair felt like it was being ripped straight from his skull,

Then-gagging, choking-his mouth. was suddenly flooded with

something vile and putrid. He wanted so badly to end his life then. He had never suffered such

humiliation, such complete and utter degradation in his entire life.

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However, just as he thought it could not get any worse, another one of the Hidden Dragons stepped forward,

ripping his part with a cruel Laugh

"You're Gone? Now it's my turn Hall My piss is light-legar. Don't worry, kid, you won't get diabetes from! Grading th

Laroy's mind speed into a dark aby. Was this really his only way out? Was he truly going to have to drink their ps just to purvive?