Chapter 356: Come on, ladies, It’s time for my housewarming party

"For fuck’s sake," Rick sighed, rolling his eyes. "I’ve been waiting for that all night. Do me a favour and speed it up."

Rick grabbed a massive handful of Marnus’s blood-soaked hair. He dragged the billionaire across the rough asphalt, completely ignoring Marnus’s screams of pain.

Rick reached the back of the SUV and popped the heavy boot open.

With one brutal heave, Rick tossed Marnus inside. The billionaire crashed hard against the spare tyre and a box of tactical supplies.

"You’re treating me like a fucking dog!" Marnus cried out, holding his stomach.

"Dogs are useful," Rick sneered.

Rick raised his heavy boot and kicked Marnus violently in the ribs.

CRACK.

Marnus let out a breathless squeak and curled into a tight ball, sobbing.

Rick slammed the heavy boot shut, locking him in the dark.

Rick jumped into the driver’s seat. He shifted the SUV into gear and slammed his foot entirely down on the accelerator. The heavy tyres squealed loudly against the pavement, burning rubber as the massive vehicle shot forward.

Two police cruisers tried to block the intersection ahead.

Rick didn’t brake. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and aimed straight for the gap between them.

SMASH!

The heavy ram-bar on the front of the SUV completely destroyed the front end of a police cruiser, spinning it out of the way. Rick smashed through the barricade, sending metal debris flying everywhere. He took a hard right turn, the tyres screeching as he merged onto the main city street.

The adrenaline in the car was thick. The smell of gun smoke and fresh blood filled the cabin.

Rick drove with his left hand. He reached his right hand over the centre console.

He didn’t ask. He grabbed a massive, rough handful of Victoria’s crotch.

Victoria gasped loudly. Her tight leather pants were completely ruined and stained with dust, but Rick could feel the intense, wet heat radiating through the material. He dug his fingers in hard, squeezing her groin aggressively.

"You like that, you sick bitch?" Rick growled, keeping his eyes on the road as he swerved past a civilian car. "Does blowing up a tank make your pussy throb?"

"Yes," Victoria moaned, leaning her head back against the leather seat. She spread her thighs wider, pushing herself into his rough grip. "It makes me so fucking wet, Rick. You’re a monster."

"Damn right I am," Rick smirked.

He pulled his hand back, grabbed the zipper on her leather pants, and yanked it down forcefully. He shoved his large, calloused hand straight down her pants. Her panties were already pushed aside from earlier.

Rick shoved two thick fingers directly into her dripping wet hole.

"Fuck!" Victoria cried out, arching her back.

Rick pumped his fingers rapidly inside her while steering the massive SUV through heavy traffic. He didn’t care about being gentle. He stretched her, his knuckles rubbing hard against her swollen clit. Victoria panted heavily, her massive breasts bouncing with every sharp turn he took.

[Ding!] [Target Information: Victoria Warner] [Carnal Calibrator: 100/100 (Max Lust)] [Feelings: She is completely intoxicated by your violent driving and crude dominance. She wants to be used like a cheap toy.]

Rick glanced up into the rearview mirror.

Rachel was sitting in the back seat. She wasn’t looking out the window. She was staring directly at Rick’s hand pumping inside the crime boss’s pants.

Rachel was breathing fast. Her face was flushed red, and a thin layer of sweat covered her chest. Her professional doctor persona was entirely shattered. Surviving the massacre, hiding in the closet, and now this psychotic joyride had completely short-circuited her brain.

"You watching, Doc?" Rick called out loudly over the roar of the engine.

Rachel flinched, her eyes darting up to meet his in the mirror. "Y-Yes."

"Good," Rick commanded. "Pull that torn dress down. Show me your tits."

Rachel hesitated for a second, looking at the street lights flashing by outside.

"Now," Rick barked, swerving violently to avoid a truck.

Rachel obeyed. Her hands shook as she grabbed the top of her ruined emerald dress and yanked it down. Her heavy, pale breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and pointing forward.

"Pinch them," Rick ordered, watching her in the mirror. "Squeeze your own tits while you watch me finger her. Make yourself useful."

Rachel let out a desperate little whimper. She raised her hands and grabbed her own heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh hard and pinching her nipples exactly how he liked it.

[Ding!] [Target Information: Rachel Williams] [Carnal Calibrator: 100/100 (Submissive/Desperate)] [Feelings: Your absolute control over the situation turns her on. She feels safe only when she is entirely submitting to your vulgar commands.]

Rick smirked. He had a billionaire heiress moaning on his fingers, a high-level doctor playing with herself in the back seat, and a hostage bleeding in the boot. It was a good night.

"Where are we going?" Victoria gasped, her hips rocking against his hand.

"We’re going to my new house," Rick stated.

Ten minutes later, Rick pulled the heavy SUV off the main roads and turned into the exclusive, highly guarded Diamond District.

This was where the billionaires, politicians, and crime lords lived. The streets were perfectly paved, lined with expensive trees and private security patrols.

Rick drove straight towards the massive, ten-foot-tall wrought iron gates of the Warner Family Compound. The real estate was easily worth over a hundred million dollars. It was a fortress. High walls, security cameras, and a guardhouse.

As the stolen Oversight SUV approached, the massive gates stayed shut.

Four Warner family guards, dressed in sharp black suits and armed with assault rifles, stepped out from the guardhouse. They raised their weapons, aiming directly at the windshield of the unknown vehicle.

Rick slammed on the brakes, stopping the SUV mere inches from the gates.

He pulled his hand out of Victoria’s pants, his fingers coated in her slick juices. He wiped them casually on the steering wheel.

"Tell your dogs to heel," Rick told Victoria.

Rick pushed his door open and stepped out.

The guards tensed up, their fingers hovering over their triggers. Rick was a terrifying sight. His custom tailored clothes were ruined. He was covered in dried blood, soot, and brain matter. His pants were still partially unzipped, his shirt torn open, exposing his muscular, scarred chest.

"Hold your fire!" the lead guard shouted. "Identify yourself or we will shoot!"

The passenger door opened. Victoria stepped out.

Her platinum blonde hair was a mess. Her leather top was torn, and her pants were visibly unzipped. But she still carried the aura of the Warner family crime boss.

The guards instantly lowered their weapons in shock.

"Boss!" the lead guard gasped. "What happened? We heard the tower fell. Who is this man?"

Victoria walked around the front of the SUV and stood right next to Rick. She didn’t look at the guards as her equal. She looked at Rick.

"This man is Rick Smith," Victoria declared loudly. Her voice was cold and professional again. "And he is the new owner of this compound."

The guards stared in absolute confusion. "Owner? Ma’am, this is Warner territory. We guard this place for Silas."

"I signed the deed over twenty minutes ago. The blockchain transfer is fully complete," Victoria said flatly. "You check your corporate tablets right now. The property belongs entirely to him."

The lead guard pulled a small tablet from his pocket. He tapped the screen rapidly. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"It’s... it’s true," the guard stammered, looking at Rick. "The deed is in his name."

Rick stepped forward. He completely ignored the assault rifles. He walked right up to the lead guard and looked down at him.

"That means you work for me now," Rick growled. "Open the fucking gates."

The guard swallowed hard, intimidated by Rick’s sheer, lethal presence. "Open the gates!" he shouted to the man in the booth.

The heavy iron gates slowly swung open, revealing the massive, sprawling luxury mansion inside. It had a massive driveway, a giant fountain, and perfectly manicured lawns.

Rick walked to the back of the SUV. He hit the button, and the heavy boot popped open.

Marnus was curled up next to the spare tyre. He looked completely pathetic. He was pale white, shivering violently, and completely covered in his own blood.

The guards gasped. "Mr. Marnus!"

"Shut up," Rick snapped at the guards. "Grab this piece of garbage. Drag him inside and throw him in the basement cellar. The one with the concrete floor. Lock the heavy door."

The guards hesitated, looking at Victoria for confirmation.

"Do exactly what he says," Victoria ordered.

Two guards rushed forward, grabbed Marnus roughly by the arms, and dragged him out of the boot. Marnus groaned in pain as his feet hit the pavement.

"Aunt Victoria..." Marnus begged weakly, fresh blood dripping from his lips. "Don’t let him do this. I need a hospital."

Rachel stepped out of the back seat. She looked at Marnus, her medical instincts overriding her fear for a brief second.

"Rick," Rachel said hesitantly. "If you lock him in a cold basement, he’ll go into septic shock. The coagulant foam is toxic. I need to treat him, or he’ll die before morning."

Rick turned to Rachel. He closed the distance in two quick strides.

He reached out and grabbed a massive handful of her auburn hair. He pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to look up into his cold, merciless eyes.

"Ah!" Rachel gasped, grabbing his wrist.

"Did I ask for a medical consultation, Doc?" Rick whispered, his voice dangerously low.

"N-No," Rachel stammered, terrified.

"Exactly. I don’t give a fuck if he dies," Rick said crudely. "He stays in the dark and suffers for a few hours. That’s the price for annoying me."

Rick let go of her hair. He let his hand drop down, grabbing a hard, painful handful of Rachel’s ass cheek through her dress. He squeezed the soft flesh hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Your only job right now is to focus on my dick," Rick ordered her. "Understand?"

"Yes, Rick," Rachel submitted instantly, her body trembling with a mix of fear and intense arousal. "I understand."

Rick turned away from the bleeding billionaire. He grabbed Victoria by the hand, pulling her close. He grabbed Rachel by the waist.

He led both women past the armed guards, walking directly through the massive front doors of the luxury mansion.

"Come on, ladies," Rick smirked, pushing the heavy oak doors open. "It’s time for my housewarming party. And you both have a lot of work to do."